Bring Me Another Corpse
I don’t care.
I’m in a psychological flap, I know. Tom’s not having an affair. He’s not. He’s working late. That’s all there is to it. Working late at the office. They’re busy this time of year. Christmas looming. I should know that after all these years. And there’s the new contract with McKimmey and Bradbury. Jesus, what am I thinking?
I don’t care.