When he woke up, Averie found the two girls loitering around the sofa. They were watching the news on the television with the volume lowered.
The tired actor groaned, watching them nibble at the sandwiches that they had ordered from the restaurant.
The curtains, which were pulled together, let in a single ray of golden brilliance. It blinded Averie.
"Evening," Hyerin whispered, unsure if her drowsy friend was in any mood to talk. "Want some?"
Averie shook his head.
"Coffee," he whimpered.
"Okay."
As she picked up the telephone receiver, the news caught the sleepy actor's eye.
Two people had committed suicide by jumping off a telephone tower.
'That's new,' he thought, pondering the creative liberties in suicide. 'The classics were too boring for those two, I guess.'
Wearing the skin of Averie Quinn Auclair, who had overdosed on sleeping pills, he found the whole affair too sordid to make fun of.
