Men jumped out of their trucks to assess whether the ground was properly prepared for the pour. The break in the weather was exactly what they needed to make sure the concrete set properly. A call was made to the driver of the cement mixer, telling him to come as planned. Within a few hours, the foundations of the new townhomes were laid. Unbeknownst to the workers, the bodies of the missing married couple were encased in the architecture of the newest buildings of Coral Beach. Possibly forever. * * * I was excited for work today, despite the fact it was Monday. Bonnie was starting her new job, although I worried that Dingo would be piggish and would make Bonnie’s life at work miserable. But then, I remembered that Bonnie knew how to charm the pants off of anyone. I knew she could handle herself, so I stopped worrying. Bonnie spent the first part of the morning filling out personnel forms. Then she went over to the tax office to learn the ropes.
