SOMETIMES, SOME DAYS
he couldn't remember whether an
event had been part of a dream or had really happened. That was one
of the disadvantages of living and working alone; even if he liked to
entertain overnight 'guests', there was no-one who was in his house
on a regular basis, and the client studio was only used by him, so he
couldn't ask anyone else.
As he sat wondering how time
had stood still, he managed to convince himself that what had
happened was not a dream.
There was the matter of the
envelope with the $2000.
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