Holiday Fallout (Rondo)
They’re all blaming me for the stupid incarceration over the holiday. How was I supposed to know that there’s a secret Turkish prison hidden beneath Bellevue City Hall, and worse, that it’s administered by sadists who love goats. I’ve tried to make amends–preparing tea for the staff each morning, bringing cupcakes and licorice to the office, offering back rubs to Nell. My attempts at reconciliation have been rebuked.
