My former boss introduces me to his friend, an older British woman who used to be a model. I'm intrigued by her and create a video about her life to show her one day. She has a pet sloth in the video. She wears blue denim on most days. She eats Cheerios for breakfast. I watch her mingle with other people I don't know. She laughs at what they are saying. I rent my room to a couple. My copy of Clarice Lispector is inside and I'm worried they'll steal it.
The woman my stepfather left my mother for is now a Brazilian woman. She's a cross between the owner of a restaurant where I used to work at and Clarice Lispector. She is in the process of moving out of my father's house. We meander down to a Floridian beach looking for a hotel room. The woman slips into a garage and nestles her head up to the janitor. He jumps on her. I watch as she is gang raped by the entire hotel staff. I can't do anything to help. She's on top of a car, drunk out of her mind. Mascara runs down her beautifully aged cheeks. I put a towel around her shoulders.
