Hearing Mrs. Irene say those exact words with her angelic face, for some reason, sent a chill down my spine and everyone else's. I mean, I guess meat was still meat in her eyes and even though I'd take a good-ass steak or a crispy-fried chicken any day of the week, there's a reason that bacon's that popular and a staple to one of the countries that were known for guns and people with a high body fat percentage.
So as we continued to spend our time on Mauricio and Irene's roof, June carefully walked around the nearby roof areas—and tried to take some inspiration from them—and the most common feature was having half or a quarter of the roof covered for privacy while having the rest of the space to take advantage of the sun.
