Chapter 54 Where the Hell Have You Been?

• The steak I ordered gradually cooled down, and its grease solidified. The lobster’s tight succulent flesh loosened and dried. I had lost my appetite completely.
• I stepped out onto the balcony, and let my mind wind down over the nice night view. Then, my phone rang.
• Probably from some real estate agent. I had seen a great many houses these days. Most of the places currently available were located in bad neighborhoods, expensive, and even more expensive to refurbish into a somewhat livable condition. I really didn’t know what must be going through their heads when it seemed that they just assumed that every potential client was a blind idiot with spare cash to burn.