CHAPTER 267: TALKING IN HIS SLEEP
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WINTER, SOMETIMES in the 1980s
Setting the last barbecues on the grill rack, Harry clears his throat. On his right side is Kristina putting hotdogs and sausages. He looks at her sideways. After a moment of swallowing, he attempts to open his mouth only to close it again.
'Dammit. What's wrong with me?' He muttered to himself.
Almost done, Harry flips the meat while the hotdogs, Kristina, collects it from the rack and places it on the platter. Frustrated, Harry gathered his courage to talk to Kristina about his plan for this coming New Year's Eve.
"Ahem. Do you guys have a plan this coming New Year's Eve?" he asked. There, finally, he opened up about it.
Remaining her attention to the grill rack, Kristina pretended like she was thinking about it. "I guessed they all go to New York."
