Chapter 6
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Chapter 12: Horace
Horace opened his eyes and stared at the ceiling. He kept trying to remember if the insanity of the last couple of days was a dream or if it was real. And if it was a dream, was it a normal one or a nightmare?
He heard giggling coming from the living room.
Real, then.
He got up, threw water on his face and became presentable, then made a frappe for himself. From the aftermath in the kitchen, it seemed Gula had already made herself one, plus a couple of sandwiches. At least she cleaned up after herself in the end.
Sipping glorious coffee, he walked into the living room.
Acedia, not surprisingly, was curled in the same spot on the sofa. Gula sat on the armchair. They were watching some sitcom.
Horace didn’t need to watch no sitcom. His life had currently turned into one. All that was missing was the canned laughter. “Good morning, ladies.”
“Good morning,” they both said in different reaction speeds.
“It’s already eleven o’clock. I’m gonna be off to hit some of my old jobs in case there’s some spot available. Will you be okay on your own back here?”
Gula looked hesitant. “If you could get some chocolates on the way back, then I’ll be fine.”
“Chocolates, sure. Anything else? You, Acedia? Need anything?”
“Nope,” she said softly. “But I would like you to hang out with me and watch the rest of the season.”
Horace chuckled. “Hah! You can watch ahead, I don’t mind, that show is really formulaic anyway. I don’t think I’m missing out on much. But I will join you tonight.”
“Wow!” Acedia said with the excitement of a dead person.
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