Redeemed

After disgracing himself last night by completely ignoring my pleas for sympathy after I ruined my crocheted scarf I've been trying to make, cut open my thumb while slicing potatoes, splashed hot broth on my lip and eye and generally felt like shit from this cold, D. has been redeemed. He just called and sang to me. I told him he was going to Hollywood. Good thing I was the only judge.

He called back to say that Patchouli boy had been bonded out by his job. Nice employers, huh? Of course, now D. has his wallet and his jewelry, etc. D. told him to meet us at the 6 o'clock meeting. We're not above a little bribery to help our friends get this deal.