One of thousand

Chapter 8

Alan went to the station to pick up the case of eccentric shoppers, according to one impressionable seller "defeat shop". If it were up to him, thought Alan, he would have thrown this senseless and malicious piece of paper. However, Alan was a good boy, no it is not the obedience which you think, rather, it is that same feeling, backed up by honesty and maybe justice. Good COP sometimes wanted to skip work and get drunk. These sometimes occurred rarely, but neatly. Once a month he was able to get to the bar, in the best case every two weeks it can be found in the bar at the South end. Clubs as well as bars became less visited. Bars which was about hipsters, seemed childish parody of an atmospheric bar, a La wild West. Had to go around the city to get to the bar on the southern edge, which had no name. A wooden sign with deleted digits hung above the entrance, was the hallmark. Alan liked it here because of the home atmosphere, maybe because of the cheap and quality booze. Drinking alone, a sign of weakness or loneliness. Indifference was a wall, not podustavshie anyone too close. He never recovered after the death of his wife and child, the sight of Jessica which comes from life many months was forced to Wake up among night in the wet sweat. Therapy Mayer helped to return to normal life, and contribute to repeated attempts to fill the void after the loss of loved ones. Quick and confident steps he moved down the corridor to the first right turn where there was a Department where he worked. Along the way he managed to run around with all the site. The Department in which he worked, Alan did not particularly major crimes such as: shoplifting, auto theft, fighting, or property damage. From time to time it could send in a patrol to keep order on the roads. At this time he hung in the far pub. Beat of the road is always empty, and the authorities have not followed closely behind this. It is in place. Minute and the case was sent to the editorial office by Fax and the report lay on the table of the boss. It's done, you can go. Hey dude, how are you? Asks Sam. It can be better, but it doesn't matter, Hey do you know where my Desk was gone yesterday. – It took Nancy. Nancy was kind of a bitch, she's 12 years old was empty, she worked in the archive and every day they cleaned it in the archive if someone did not return the documents, she began to rummage other people's tables, it has repeatedly tried to get rid of, to shut in the cupboard, to set fire to the house, and even write a complaint. However, she had a considerable degree of disability, and not so long ago suffered cancer that was three times the reason to sue that institution and beg for some extraordinary bonuses and holidays. Therefore, the authorities decided to hammer on it, while mere mortals have to face this 45 year old beast every day. Of course, the work Alan has too many cons to list, for example an office with Windows that cannot open, or a wooden chair on which ass too after a couple hours it becomes wooden. It would be best to break this chair and make him a funeral Board for the coffin which would be a hundred times easier. Vibrates the phone. His sister Daisy.

– Hey, you promised to call and tell whether you a girlfriend, it is very important.

– I fell asleep and maybe I'm still asleep.

And I'm telling you don't sleep and for the thousandth time trying to sabotage my wedding.

– In any case, SIS.

– Next time you call me sister, and I'll strangle you while you sleep.

I thought you're not such a bitch as usual.

– No, I'm just glad to hear from you.

– How Is Caleb?

Today he threw in a teacher's pencil, the poor thing could lose an eye, and everything is fine.

– I want to you. – The way he asked about you. And it was also interested in whether you're someone.

Damn.

– I'll call you in the evening.

– See you soon.

The wedding is 29 days, however, was a more than enough to find a pair. Parents will be there too, and they are the most worried about his condition so you should think about them. The girl yesterday was like nothing. When she sobered she even began to feel nice, you should try to know her better, and it seems she has no one.