The Plight of Chloe McMurderess, continued …
The Plight of Chloe McMurderess, continued …
Manuel, the dumb waiter, came back today, greasing his way up to my caravan door, and peering around him like a pantomime villain. Which, if he were mixed up the drug-dealing scumbags, I suppose you could say that he was a pantomime villain. Only not so funny.
Manuel, the dumb waiter, came back today, greasing his way up to my caravan door, and peering around him like a pantomime villain. Which, if he were mixed up the drug-dealing scumbags, I suppose you could say that he was a pantomime villain. Only not so funny.He’s behind you.
He’s behind you.Oh no, he isn’t.
Oh no, he isn’t.Oh yes, he is.
Oh yes, he is.
‘Good morning, Senorita Sally. May I call you Sally?’ he asked politely when I opened
