Broccolo asked me to make a delivery to Gladys tonight, so I took the package (a jungle camo shirt) to her. She seemed to like it.
Kitt was still sick today, so I bought some medicine for her once again. It helped her so much that she started doing some dangerous-looking acrobatic moves, risking the life of her child. I don’t think she’ll be winning any “parent of the year” awards.
When I told Broccolo I made the delivery for him, he thanked me and gave me some ceramic tile. “Nothing screams Mr. J like some ceramic tile,” he quipped. And any time I read a sentence with “Mr. J” in it, I can’t help but to read it in Harley Quinn’s voice.
I caught a few summer beetles and sold some fruit, so that I could get my bank balance up to a nice, cool 25 million bells.
