When Bill saw normally dignified non-demonstrative Heloise screeching curses at the coterie of shitty but otherwise harmless musicians gathered in the public sewer known as the Pearl Street Mall, he was dumbfounded.

"Her?" he said to Ricardo.

Bill's friend leaned in close. "Twautism," he said in grave, conspiratorial tones. "Every goddamn month around this time, you'd swear she'd just eaten a box of thermometers."

phone: why don’t you go to sleep tommy it’s 2 in the morning?
tommy:why don’t you die you dumbazz