"What the fuck, Alan?" I was dumbfounded after looking at the baby.
What are you doing bro?
The child wasn't crying at all. No sounds of complain or a single movement to show his desire to live.
Man, am I dead?
"Let's take him back."
"Yes, you carry him."
"Huh? Why me?"
The Sisters kept chattering before one of them finally reluctantly picked up the fruit basket and carried Alan in.
"So about the subsidy.."
The remaining two sisters started to talk among themselves.
"Yeah, I got that gremlin's permission."
"Great. I can buy some decent clothes at last."
"Me too. My old nail polish reeks, I tell you."
"Didn't you buy it just last week?"
"I don't like to use old things."
"Same!"
They kept discussing girly stuff and it pained me to be near them.
