Did you hear? They finally came and got her!
Who?
Who are you talking about?
You know, her. We have seen her a lot.
But why did they take her? I thought she was a nice woman!
Nice? Are you kidding me? She always washed her windows stark naked!
And why does that matter? She still can be nice and naked, No?
No way! Somebody like that needs to be locked away. And finally, they did it!
Did you have anything to do with that? Tell me!
Hmm.
Did you? I really liked her! And I asked her why she is washing her windows naked and I thought it made a lot of sense. I was going to try it myself.
Are you crazy? You were going to try it? What in the world could be a good enough reason to do this?
Well, she told me that every time she was washing the windows, her clothing got all wet and dirty. And then, she had the extra work of washing her clothes - as if washing windows is not enough work. Especially if you don't like cleaning to begin with. And, she told me that she really doesn't have that many changes of clothing -... It makes a lot of sense to me that you clean those darn things without clothes on. It just makes sense!
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I tried to creep up the creaky stairs slowly so as to not awaken Marcroft and the others in the hall, It was hard, because I thought we'd be rich. I'd been hiding in my usual place in the wall by the cafeteria at the institution and heard an enlightening conversation about clothes and windows. My Aunt Carrie lives with us, well she shares the back, side, lower room with our great-aunt Sylvia. I'm only eleven, but one of my jobs is to chase the drunks coming out of the Brewsters Pub alley out from peeking in Carrie's window. Occasionally, some real drunk wanker will offer me a coin or two to stay and gander for a moment - and I'll take it.
I was thinking, our windows are real dirty and Aunt Carrie and us can make a bunch more coin during the day too. I mean, she is almost 20 years older than me, and while I don't understand it, drunk twits seem to like seeing her without clothes on.
I rushed in and told Aunt Carrie of my idea. She thought it was great and we could try it as soon as possible.
I haven't seen Carrie now for awhile. I'm thinking she lives in a fine house at uptown, but Jasper, a good friend of mine said he might have seen her at the Institute, but he wasn't sure. I'm still thinking it's a great way to make money. Maybe I'll try it next week.
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