![]() ![]() Wincing, grimacing, he displayed all sorts of unhappy. I caught him lost in thought often, however, frowning into space. But then, Joe hadn't spoken much all day outside of giving me orders. We didn't speak much on the ride back to the Bird Building. Star was holed up in Eric's room when we left. Enough for me to not look too Frankenstein's bride. By gently patting my face clean with a damp cloth, I'd managed to save some of the makeup Val had skillfully applied. ![]() Then he stopped, sensing the crappy mood in the room. "Your turn, Alex." Joe reappeared, beard wet, hurriedly pulling on his shirt. "Stan's arthritis makes it difficult to do much these days." "And that someone is you? Surely his father-" So you're a business friend and you're helping him with the construction work now?" "I helped them with the layout for the apartments at the Bird Building." ![]() "You poor thing, no wonder you're such a mess." "I forgot, you were in the crash too." She leaned her hip against the edge of a table. "Isn't it?" I worked the kinks out of my sore neck. "You're a friend of Joe's, Alex?" she asked. Had any species ever sucked quite so badly? Meanwhile, Star fussed around, giving me looks out of the corner of her eyes. I plonked myself down on the couch, quietly steaming. I won't be long." With all due haste, he grabbed some clean clothes and then locked himself in the bathroom. "You have to go out again?" Pouting, Star followed him into the living room. Income Protection Insurance: Detailed Discussion ![]()
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