Hammersmith Servants
The hidden death
Arnita was sleeping alone in the room. Cecil closed the door silently with a convulsive body movement. “Door!” Cowboy-style Cecil with his hands pointed forward.
“Job!” Arnita throws her bolster.
“Just want to say.” Cecil sat himself to the edge of the bed. “Amanda already received people again last night.”
“Then?” Arnita took her shirt off her shirt into a green earthcoat.
“They agree. Amanda agrees also.”
“We could have filed a rejection petition. Know you? The letter's impact wasn't his great play. They can break up the country into pieces. Though only petition.”
“The information is deadly. He said, they can rejuvenate spending.”
“Not rejuvenate, precisely with the outbreak of war, those people can absorb and finish off the wealth of other countries.”
“Could it be?” Cecil took something out of his dirty wallet.
“Your money is very much. Change your wallet.”
“See?” Cecil pushed something.
Arnita read the draw last night. “Do not deal with them. You can be finished later. We've been an important part for you.”
“Of course not. You yourself are already my brother.”
“Good. The streets have no clear authority. They just stop us. I intend to destroy those people. But the court decision has not been taken.”
“I want to suggest, better not, Arnita, you know? With the street people they also help the economy.”
“In addition they become weapons of genuine liberalists.” Arnita.
“Small people are not benefited. But they're the balance of the world now. Their corporate invasion is huge. A prodak entertainment such as music and movies.”
“Ah, that's a mere excuse, how does it feel to dine?”
“I can't tell.”
“Marry won't be able to get to my room. I command the guards of the Surti faction to forbid the jolly woman to come here.”
“You're dirty.”
Arnita. Suszie giggles over her bedroom window. “Exit from my room!” Arnita took the broomstick of the injuk hitting Suszie who was flying over here.
The door opened and Sarah came in. Suszie out the door. Arnita swung hard into Sarah's face. The woman's head fell to the floor. “Take my head!”
Arnita cangar-cengar then put on her mother's head.
Sarah Pitam then told Cecil to teach Suszie the count.
“Not five, five plus five equals ten!”
Suszie scribbled the wrong answer. “You're really in Arnita's room?”
“Damn it, your mother hates me so much, you don't seem like it too, well out of this I'm eating. You're starving, aren't you?”
“Indeed I'm hungry. Sometimes wild chicken or antelope I just eat.”
“You should be used to eating human food. You're not an animal. Once your mother was so.”
Sarah pulled Cecil's ear and rebuked him in France.
“You don't feel old yet. Already let Cecil with me!” Mary took Cecil's hand. Sarah relented. He taught his daughter to count.
Amanda unfolded the meeting by giving evidence to Sarah. “Close media so they don't have to take care of us.”
Melissa came to Adeline's newsroom. Adeline nodded in order. Then he gave the order-of-market harini news. There is an increase in building infrastructure, clothing, cosmetics to watches. Music is a tragedy of it. Stella. “Redirect the news in order to be more tilted into the death of the big star. Reduce politics is also a hindrance, try more journalists to profit by the death of the star, so the great turmoil under the surface is not at all known to the public.”
“You sold your best friend for power.” Adeline denied.
“You also work here for what? Do the fuck I can get reprimanded.”
“Ask Marry?”
“You've enjoyed the labor of silencing it. Don't be a hypocrite Adeline! It's just free for you to fight. We have a lot of supervisors. You're asking for protection? Anton and his friends can never let go of political strife. They tried but? Can't do. Can't.” Melissa dyed Adeline's hair respectfully and left.
“Damn him. Ah, there's no mistake, let the world know you better Stella, we're still your family, I'm sorry if we never heard you. You must be peaceful. Your name is in line with those now being popularized ..” Adeline smiled wiping her eyes. Forward typing by adding unannounced klues to the public. By relying on genuine items of shooting. The woman assigned their reporter device. To sell that news. For months the shooter was unknown. Stella is dragged by a political gelumpang that targets the subsurface. He became a double protector to obliterate the traces of major events. Even more important than his death.
