At around 18:28pm, I answered a call from Bella, who said the Bitter one is in the hospital since Thursday of last week. The patient had an aneurysm in the brain, had a headache that night, went to the local hospital but was air lifted to a center for neurological testing.
Before the Bitter one met Gigalo, she was skinny and sexy. She ballooned out into a glob of fat and probably enjoying a life of eating out, the sin of gluttony. At least she isn’t paralyzed or in a coma. She will stay in the hospital for TWO friggin’ WEEKS and for observation, of course.
But my best guess is the Conniving one and the Shill are gloated, such evil people full of hatred projected on others but themselves. I say the ones who are good go to heaven sooner. She is not even retired from her hard work. She may be on blood thinners for the rest of her life, like that droppy-eyed Poi, that pusshead.
I Googled the location and saved the map to my account for print out tomorrow morning (or tonight); so that the three of us will go pay her a visit at the ICU on the sixth floor. I wonder if the other relatives are not as evil as Gigalo, who should have at least called to let us know how his wife is doing. Morons.
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