Well guys is not a very good 1 chapter so sorry about that i will improve it i swear but any way hope you like it ;) .
By the time it passed since I last ate, the low intense of the light from the lamps, and Francis yells it's clearly 10 am. Odd...Philip should had starter his usual laugh attacks.
-Oh god!! People and pink tigers?! AHAHAHAH!!!!
There it is.. 10 am, no doubt. That makes 3 months, 12 weeks, 84 days, 2 016 hours, 120 960 minutes and 7 257 600 seconds in this living hell.
Tac Tac Tac
Footsteps...not very usual at this hour of the day, by the sound of the wheels they are 1 inch, a cheap copy from that axys shoes, hum Mrs. Mudon, what is see doing here? Oh.. Off course.. Well then let me put my coat on, I'm going for a walk then.
-Hey! Number 931!
-Mrs. Mudon, glad to ear your voice in this evening, Hum.. it's raining? Love raining days, love the sound and the smell of rain. Oh and how is Mr. Houman, the grocery store man? You know your let's call him your lover, well your married so lover is the right name to call him.
-How did you? What?
I thought that by the time i'm in here she would alredy been used to my deductions, but apparently no, well a person with a low IQ as her is pointless to try to explain anything.
-Don't mind her. She is always like this.
--Oh, Mr.Radliffe, glad to ear your voice you were to quite, so quite that for moments i thought i didn't had a guard,
Mr.Radliffe is my guard, to see if i don't escape, fine man him, tall, strong arms, and with a clear crush on Mrs Mudson, well her being blonde and skinny and with her 25 isn't hard to have admirers.
-Want to know where you're going? – Good for her that she is pretty, because not very smart.
-Don't need to, i know exactly where i'm going.
-Don't forget to put your force coat on, or else i will call a nurse to put it on you.
-Yes i know how it is dear.
Putting my "nut coat" on, as i like to call it. Who will visit me?.. It isn't anyone from my family, or else Mr.Mudon would be laughing, she adores my mum sense of humour. And it isn't any friend of mine because well, they all see me as crazy and if they would come, it would be on my birthday and even then i highly doubt that they would... Oh well, who need friends? Just a bunch of people with low IQ, talking about the more superficial stuff.
So the million dollar question:
Who came to visit me?.
Who?
