Chapter 45 "Different Strokes"
"Boris?" a voice asked, and Boris rolled his head to the side, his eyesight weak and fuzzy, his breathing shallow. Standing there, next to the stretcher in the back of the ambulance, was Polly. She was...
"Boris?" a voice asked, and Boris rolled his head to the side, his eyesight weak and fuzzy, his breathing shallow. Standing there, next to the stretcher in the back of the ambulance, was Polly. She was...
Carol opened the door to the room, and Boris and Burt stepped inside, or as inside as they could, given that most of the rooms square footage was now filled with flowers as far as the eye could see. Boris's...
The last time the Wachowskis had had a family dinner was...god he couldn't even remember. Maybe when Ellen had graduated from college? Who knew. He couldn't pinpoint it. But either way it had been too...
Boris was sitting on the grass, looking at his hat in his hands. He sighed and reached up, running his hand through his mostly gone hair. He shook his head and put his hat back on his head, then cupped...
The reviews were in, and they were being clipped out and pinned on a corkboard in Boris's bedroom. Each day, a new review to be cut from the paper and posted to the board. Then, he'd get dressed, stand...
The home was beautifully decorated. Carol and company had really gone all out, it seemed. The place felt more cheerful and full of life than it had in recent memory, and standing in the bingo hall -...