JILL
Night.
Hand grenade motion. Pitching an empty bottle of white into the blue bin …
Bang!
… filled with empty beer cans and takeout containers, making a clattering racket.
Bark, upstairs dog, bark.
I wonder what it would be like if I suspended the bullshit – lifted my spell and then proceeded to set off the fire alarm down here – and they busted in my door, came downstairs and saw me? What would they do?
I knew it was only a matter of time before Džeko was going to appear. I can sense he’s nearby, maybe slumped against the fridge. Need someone to set me straight, patronize me with rhetorical questions.
The man at Lula Lounge, Geoff, Mona, the lost world. Oh, and let’s throw Kris in there for kicks. It’s a lot.
I’ll rattle some f*****g bottles for you, world.
I’m trying to repl
