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Lately if a person were to look they would find Curtis in front of his new TV, glassy-eyed and slack-jawed, and today is no exception. He's slumped back on the couch and Lucky, who for some reason hasn't left his side the entire day, is asleep next to him, tail flicking against his leg from time to time. Her belly is large now and she's started to nest under the bed using Newbie's favorite pair of pants. (She tried once already with Nathan's sleeping mask.)
Curtis' thoughts at the moment, though, aren't with Lucky. There's some sort of Indian programming on involving duels and fisticuffs and car chases and a woman wearing an orange thing even the clothing box couldn't think up, and it's all in Hindu or something but Curtis is so enthralled he doesn't even realize he can't speak the language.
Something dramatic happens involving two VW Bugs, a transvestite, and a swordfish, and Curtis abruptly sits forward in his seat. "Don't do it, Yousef!" he hisses in warning to the man with the handlebar moustache.
Curtis' thoughts at the moment, though, aren't with Lucky. There's some sort of Indian programming on involving duels and fisticuffs and car chases and a woman wearing an orange thing even the clothing box couldn't think up, and it's all in Hindu or something but Curtis is so enthralled he doesn't even realize he can't speak the language.
Something dramatic happens involving two VW Bugs, a transvestite, and a swordfish, and Curtis abruptly sits forward in his seat. "Don't do it, Yousef!" he hisses in warning to the man with the handlebar moustache.