The department is buzzing with activity as Ouk walks in. The chief and his ancillaries would have come in early because of the murder in the wee hours of the morning. Ouk makes a point of walking in
The University's Public relations department sends out a newsletter via e-mail, and it seems they have somehow put all of the addresses in a cc instead of a bcc. Now we all have a list of
I leave the apartment at five in the morning with a rolled up carpet over my shoulder. Throwing it into the trunk of the car, I drive to my office. There are not a lot of people around,
"Oh, he's a younger guy then?" I ask. "I couldn't really tell," he says. "He's white."
The shrill ringer of a phone rills on incessantly. Realizing it is his work phone, and that the ringing will not stop, Ouk kicks off his covers, and walks out to the kitchen to answer it.
"Are any of your posts about anything that is worth posting about?" He asks. "If it makes me laugh, it is worth it."
"I've sewed the bottom of the sock to the top." He explains, trying to get his fellow conscripts to take a more active interest in his problem. "There's no way my foot is going to fit in it now."
