For https://steemit.com/freewrite/@mariannewest/the-weekend-freewrite-5-part-3-the-dramatic-twist
After only two month(s), Helen decided to become an exotic dancer. She slept through her first shift, though, and was promptly fired.
"You think this is some easy-going, 'come in when you feel like it' job?!" the owner demanded. She walked right out into the late afternoon sunlight.
Oh god I'm so tired. She thought this was an omen. So after two months, she decided to become a gogo dancer. Same thing happened. Then she decided to be a hip hop dancer, a ballet dancer, and eventually a prancer dancer. It was colder at the north pole than she had expected, so that time she quit instead of getting fired.
She went on to have a very lucrative career as a financial consultant. When she didn't answer the phone (because she was sleeping) they assumed she was just fabulously busy.
I decided the only solution was to seduce him. He was in another room, chatting with the character from the first part who maybe had a name? No. I'm not sure how I ended up in my own work of fiction again, but this is just the way it has to be. So I held his hand... He was in another room. First I went to that other room, and then I held his hand. My hand holding is the best hand holding, so he was immediately seduced. Then we chatted on the veranda. Then we chanted on the veranda. Eventually we succeeded in summoning a morvos demon. That spells no meds ov rom backwords, which is why we went to ... Sweden? and didn't take our medicine and also couldn't find a hotel room. The morvos demon found it for us. And then we slept. God, I'm tired.
The way she made tea for the customers was very geisha like, but there was no distinguishing character reason for her to do that. Distin-geisha-uing character trait.
HA.
Oh bother. Tea for two and two for tea. Me for you and you for me. There's a tea and a biscuit and a crumpet and a trumpet and just IT, you know?
Blaggarell llareggub
There's a nice welsh word. I mean, it's not. It's from Under Milk Wood, a radio play by What's His Name- thomas. Something thomas. Welsh Thomas. What is his name. Oh man, this is embarrassing. All I can think of is that I want to google it, but I also need to exercise my brain. I've totally forgotten how to exercise my brain. His name is Dylan Thomas. HUZZAH!
Anyways, the name of the Welsh town that the play is about is just the word Buggerall spelled backwards.
