Dedans

The interior of the apartment was a mess. There was a massive amount of work to do when I arrived. Although I had been led to believe otherwise, it was not habitable and I was forced to stay with my business partner and her husband Samy and their 3 children. Besides the obvious problem of living with 3 undisciplined children, the weather was abominable. It was freezing cold. Less then a week before when I asked about the weather I was told it was "beach weather." This apparently meant colder than a son of a beach.


Loralyn, who proved to be virtually of no help at all, is shown here pretending to scrape a wall. In reality she had some sort of illness that resembled consumption but probably was not because it did not leave her gaunt and operatically beautiful. Not that she isn't beautiful in her own way. As you will see.