The Painter In Pandemic (7)

Still, even so, Cali will always be like to piss her brother when he speaks. It perhaps became her hobby. He has a nice voice as if it was like listening to a radio show from the thirties, lifeless and with a lot of useless information.

It was quite funny that made her feel better immediately, even when he was saying bad stuff. He is just like that.

“I wouldn’t count on it ending soon. This will go on for a long time. With a virus of this magnitude, who knows how many mutations there could be and until we are all vaccinated, I don’t think this will end. And with the gay health minister we have, forget about the vaccine for a long time.”

And there it was, without disappointing anyone, a classic wave of bad vibes and terrible comments from her brother.

Even with the homophobic comments that the radio had in the thirties, it’s a shame. Her brother is a front-line homophobic, but she has kept him from getting away with such comments since AFD existed.

“Well, Darrel, that’s encouraging. No