THE WEIGTH

AT THE GLASS HOUSE.

Gwendolyn had arrived at the glass house, and Grandma Pilar wouldn’t see her until Andallio got to the glass house.

Andallio walked in, and within seconds, they allowed Gwendolyn inside the mansion. Gwendolyn was sad and in tears. "Just say nothing. Can you do that, sister-in-law?" Andalio ordered.

"All things wouldn’t get solved unless we worked with her," Naallio encouraged. "It took you almost the whole day to arrive here." "Where were you, Andalio?" Gwendolyn questioned him.

"At least I am here; where is Herveaux? All he did was call!" Andallio mumbled. "I am hungry; what did your maids cook?" Andallio asked one of them.

"I am not working in the kitchen, sir, but I could make a run for you,’ she said, bowing and leaving.

Andalio sank into the chair. He farted shamelessly and smiled. "You all dont' mind right?' he asked mokingly.

"I hate everything about you all!" Gwendolyn shouted angrily. "It didn’t have a bad odor; don’t shout; Grandma Pilar
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