113/365 Hank
The role of production manager—Becky’s right-hand man—seemed always to be cast gay. This was OK with me; my inner hag was in full blossom. I adored Hank, but he and Becky weren’t right for each other. One morning, his office was empty.
posted by Indigo Bunting at 5:25 AM
6 Comments:
So??? Had she killed him? Or is he tied up somewhere in your basement where you can adore him at your leisure?
(I really don't think I can get back to work until you answer this for me.)
ALERT: mm has a blog again.
mm: Oh, had I only thought to tie him up and adore him at my leisure. He certainly should be enjoyed at someone's leisure.
Becky didn't kill him immediately, I'm sure, because I saw him a couple of times after he left. After that, who knows?
Deloney: Thanks for the heads up. I'm a HUGE mm fan. Huge. (And feeling huge.) Think she'll get back on the roll? Encourage her, will ya?
Where is her new blog? (and sorry to be using your blog to ask questions about other people's blogs Indigo...).
Scroll up and click on the blue mm.
You can probably tell I'm the person with the TV that has rabbit ears...
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