In the morning said Thomas. I am not doing it now. No way jose.
But it would look nice
Go on. Pleese
Ill…’ Whispers in his ear.
That’s probably illegal
I do it for you… my man. Pleeease!
Thomas gets up and moves the plant pot from the sideboard to the window ledge. He sits back down again with a grunt.
Much better. Mucho bueno.