tell you, a bloody farce. “I it’s It like asked for much, isn’t I’ve but never have I heard of such a bunch of pitiful excuses. been three months. just not on. It’s It’s If not careful, be they’re I’ll gone....” Natasha listen as he looses volley on volley of invective and feels his pain, and feels protective. [170] 9/3 building up a head of steam Stan’s and building to a mighty bender. Enlarging on theme, Joanna’s the only points on his agenda are recompense and retribution. startled by his resolution She’s and worried by his sudden rage. always difficult to gauge It’s the depth and tenure of his moods, especially those fuelled by drink, but Stan seems like on the brink, he’s and violent, clashing attitudes are thunderstorms across his brain, lashing a cracked and soaked terrain. [171] 10/3 After each shift he comes home reeling, straight from the pub, or with a bottle. Before, she cursed him for freewheeling: now, as he opens up the throttle, she sees him running off the rails. She watches through his gusts and gales, trying to somehow calm him down, seeing him sputter, spit and drown in alcohol and rising bile: fine. got it made. “It’s fine. We’re We’ve Look at how much getting paid. you’re The house was just a juvenile infatuation. too old, It’s run But Stan be consoled. down....” won’t [172] 11/3 or no house, being “House I’m shafted,” he says. what I stand. “And that’s can’t They said they had the contract drafted. I work hard, and undermanned. they’re They just go and change their can’t minds.” He takes a belt of whisky, grinds his teeth, and glares with reddened eyes.
“I tell you, it’s a bloody farce. It isn’t like I’ve asked for much, but never have I heard of such a bunch of pitiful excuses. It’s been three months. It’s just not on. If they’re not careful, I’ll be gone....” Natasha listen as he looses volley on volley of invective and feels his pain, and feels protective. [170] 9/3 Stan’s building up a head of steam and building to a mighty bender. Enlarging on Joanna’s theme, the only points on his agenda are recompense and retribution. She’s startled by his resolution and worried by his sudden rage. It’s always difficult to gauge the depth and tenure of his moods, especially those fuelled by drink, but Stan seems like he’s on the brink, and violent, clashing attitudes are thunderstorms across his brain, lashing a cracked and soaked terrain. [171] 10/3 After each shift he comes home reeling, straight from the pub, or with a bottle. Before, she cursed him for freewheeling: now, as he opens up the throttle, she sees him running off the rails. She watches through his gusts and gales, trying to somehow calm him down, seeing him sputter, spit and drown in alcohol and rising bile: “It’s fine. We’re fine. We’ve got it made. Look at how much you’re getting paid. The house was just a juvenile infatuation. It’s too old, run down....” But Stan won’t be consoled. [172] 11/3 “House or no house, I’m being shafted,” he says. “And that’s what I can’t stand. They said they had the contract drafted. I work hard, and they’re undermanned. They can’t just go and change their minds.” He takes a belt of whisky, grinds his teeth, and glares with reddened eyes.
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