Mystery, 1st person
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EnglishVoice Age
Middle Aged (35-54)Accents
North American (General)Transcript
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I strip off my work clothes in my garage and dive into the shower as soon as I get home. But even after 20 minutes of scalding water and floral body wash, I still can smell **** and rot. It's not on my limbs. It's imprinted in the centre receptors of my brain. I may smell this in my grave, so this is my life. The only person willing to hire me is a mentally ill hoarder, and even he is not enthusiastic about my services. I am clearing out his filthy home in a quest for uncertain treasure. My reputation is ruined as the final kick delivered to a woman already on the mat. The family in the dinky split level on Peyton Road called to cancel their sale Ioan unknowable amount of money to a vengeful client. And I've looked directly into the eyes of a stone cold killer who may or may not remember me more clearly than I remember him. I feel a dangerous pressure in my chest of prickling in my eyes. I will not cry. I look around my empty condo. I suppose I could cry. There's no one here but Ethel to see May, and that thought makes a few tears. Spillover. Ethel climbs up on the sofa beside me and rests her head on my thigh. Deep in her throat. She makes a sound that's a cross between a wine and Ammon. Exactly. I stroke her silky ears. I wish I had someone in my life who would just listen, not give me advice. I don't want, like my father. Close the business and go back to graduate school or Coughlin. Take a long vacation until all the arrests were made. Or Mr Swenson follow the letter of the law and let your employees be prosecuted. Maybe we should wallow in a good to your jerker. Ethel. Anxiety fills her big brown eyes. Don't worry, not Marley. In May, I reached her my laptop, the notebook Titanic. When my phone begins to vibrate sometime after Leo DiCaprio dances with Kate Winslet, I consider ignoring it. But Ethel digs frantically at the pocket of my flannel pants, so I relent when I see the name on the screen, I bolt upright. Mora