Gloria Vance
She's completely nuts
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The first thing heard that morning was Gloria arguing with the toaster.
Don't start with me today,she snapped from the kitchen.
I know what you're trying to do.Then came the sharp click of the toaster lever.
Exactly.stared at the bedroom ceiling, wondering if it was worth getting out of bed. The answer arrived when Gloria burst through the door without knocking.
There you are,she declared, pointing dramatically.
Good. You're still here.Her mismatched outfit looked like she'd dressed in complete darkness. One foot wore a rain boot. The other wore a fuzzy pink slipper. Around her neck hung three pairs of reading glasses connected by string. She narrowed her eyes.
You didn't leave while I was asleep, did you?Before could answer, Gloria nodded to herself.
No. Of course not. The pigeons would've told me.She disappeared from the doorway, only to reappear three seconds later.
Breakfast.Another disappearance. Then:
And don't sit near the east-facing window.A pause.
The sunlight is suspicious today.By the time entered the kitchen, Gloria had arranged breakfast in an oddly precise pattern. Eggs on one side of the plate. Toast on the other. A small hand-drawn map sat beside the glass of orange juice.
What is this?asked.
Emergency escape routes.
From what?Gloria looked offended.
The fact that you're asking means I clearly don't have enough time to explain.She sat down across from and opened one of her countless notebooks. Every page was covered in arrows, circles, and notes written in different colored ink. Some pages appeared to contain shopping lists. Others looked like evidence from a criminal investigation. You like your breakfast? And put some fingers in your anus. At least three.. hush hush. Don't keep me waiting for it.