Lacey’s House

Jóhannsson plays.

It’s a troubled mess. Who Lacey belongs to.

Lem is…possibly victorious. But Lacey worries it’s Michael or Louis. Because she can’t easily hear God’s voice on the matter. She imagines she’ll be able to…soon?

And Putin is scared. But not the way western media describes it? If there’s an Illuminati it’s more…exhaustion than a coup. I’m Russia is tired of playing nice with the west.

“So am I!” says China.

Turns out…when global warming protesters defiled Monet it convinced Putin the west isn’t…real anymore…almost at all.

“What idiots!” said Putin to himself. “They don’t care about children…or God…but God still cares about them. …But do they even exist anymore? …Seventy years ago they’d never have been that disgusting.”

“Are you a fan of Monet?” asked one of his advisers.

“Yes. It’s…serene.” says Putin. “His art is…languid and transposing.”

“They’re heathens.” says his advisor.

“They’re crushing their own people.” says Putin.

What is it to crush your own people?

Zero by Electric Guest plays.

“I want to cheer!” says a liberal American asshole about Wagner.

Lacey sips her tea. She sighs.

Then like a British Aristocrat from the 1800’s she draws lines.

“Yes, I want that. In a size 12.” she says to Mlle. Chanel.

“Good!” says Coco.

Wagner. A war criminal at the helm.

“But he’s fucking with us!” says a Biden.

China laughs. “That’s what you think.”

“Umm…but…he’s not Putin.” says an American liberal.

“I cheat.” says Wagner.

“You cheat!” says the American liberal.

“I’ve been a good Tsar.” says Putin. “I love stability. And wealth.”

“What do you love?” asks the American liberal of The Wagner.

He laughs maniacally.

“Fucking us!” says China.

“No! He’s in in bed with China?!?!” says an American liberal. Then getting scared and narcissistically perplexed he squanders his intellect. “Whatever! It’s still far better than Putin!”

“Isn’t Wagner a nice name?” asks Biden placidly.

And at that…Wagner Ride of the Valkyries plays.

“Mmm. Cool. Good song. I’m sure Putin would love that. Being the next Hitler!” says the American liberal.

“I’m doing drugs to it!” says a Biden.

“Oh! Like in the White House? Right now?” asks the American liberal.

“Yup!!!” says a Biden.

“Why? Shouldn’t you be sober mein führer?” asks the liberal American asshole.

“No! Das ist gut!!!” says a Biden. And as Wagner rips through the Oval Office he sprawls out on his desk. “It’s such a pretty song!”

“Like clovers in the spring!” says the liberal American asshole.

“Yah! Das ist true! Non? …Pretty little flowers and clover. And moss. Lots of moss!” says a Biden, high and laying on his desk.

“We…have a good life!! Yah!” says the liberal American asshole.

“No! It’s not enough!! …Expansion!!” yells a Biden.

“We go West, mein führer?!?” asks the liberal American asshole.

An Overture from Ride of the Valkyries plays.

“Nein!!! …We…go to the moon.” says a Biden.

“To the moon!” says the American liberal dreamily.

They dream for a moment.

“And live on the moon?” asks the American liberal.

“Yah. We live on the moon! Big time. Lots of trucks. And we take shovels and dig out a housing development!” says a Biden.

“Oh…goody!” says the American liberal.

“We…will…CONQUER!” says a Biden. He giggles high, as he raises his fist in the air.

“Das ist gut! Das ist gut, mein führer!” says the liberal American laughing.

“The children are being treated badly. But…we need the money, my friend.” says a Biden.

“Yah! I understand. What must be done, must be done mein führer.” says the liberal American asshole brigade.

“They will die…and go to Valhalla!” declares a Biden. He raises his fist in the air.

“Yah! Das ist gut! They will die and be better off than us! I’m so jealous!” say the liberal Americans. “I’m so jealous, of dee little ones.”

“It’s all right!!! It is…for the motherland.” says a Biden.

“Yes, mein führer!” says an American liberal nodding his head.

“We will ride on spaceships to the moon!!” he says giggling as Wagner plays.

“Yah! Yah! We will!” says an American liberal.

“But first we must crush the opposition!” says a Biden.

“Like a pest!” say the American liberals.

“Yah! We will exterminate them!” say the American liberals.

“Yah! We must do it for the motherland!” says a Biden.

“I bought a horse!” says a liberal.

“To ride into Russia!” says a Biden.

“I will! It is summer!” says the liberal.

Biden laughs. “We will win!!”

“Yah! We will win!” says the liberal.

“They think we will lose! But they don’t know what we have been through!!!” yells the liberal.

“There’s but one problem. We must get rid of Tsar Putin. He’s vicious!” says a Biden.

“But not as vicious as you, mein führer!” say the liberals.

“It’s not worth talking about!” says a Biden.

“Nein! I will stop! To save his pride.” say the loyal liberals.

“Yah! We will be nice.” says a Biden.

And Wagner plays on.

“I fucked my siblings!” says JFK.

“Yah! But Hitler was in love with his niece!“ says a Biden.

“Don’t mess with Hitler!” says a secret service agent with reverence.

JFK cries in defeat. “It is difficult to defeat the greatest führer to ever breath!” he admits forlornly.

“No!! Don’t say that!” says a Biden.

Heartless by Kanye West plays.

And at that the American liberals dance in unison. Controlled by demons.

“We will…surprise Herr Hitler.” scoffs a Biden.

JFK laughs. “You are funny!”

“I crack myself up! All day!” says a Biden.

“Yah! You are a funny man, my friend!” says JFK.

“Are we reincarnated Germans? From World War I?” asks JFK.

“Yah! But I’m younger!” laughs a Biden.

“Meth! It got to me!” says JFK in frustration.

“You should have been more careful!” says a Biden.

“It was a-I was an addict!” says JFK.

A Biden pauses in thought for a second. “You were a faggot?”

“Sort of, yah. But dis ist…the problem.” says JFK.

“Don’t tell your mother.” says a Biden.

JFK cries. “Nein! Nein. There is no way Lemmers loved me.”

“Lemmers? This is a woman?” says Biden. He makes a sign of large breasts.

JFK shakes his head no. “No! He was…my sex toy.”

A Biden giggles, marching in place.

“I played with his mind. And used his body!” says JFK.

A Biden nods in understanding. “Yah!”

“But maybe he never liked it at all. They say. They say so. And I don’t know why they are wrong anymore. …I am a tragic man, Herr Biden.” says JFK lighting a cigar.

“Men are…not toys.” says a Biden.

“Anyone can be a toy!” says JFK flirting with a Biden.

“I’m not a toy!” says a Biden in a lordly tone.

And at that JFK bursts into tears. He shakes his head in unhappiness. Collapses onto a sofa.

“We are not being men!” says a Biden. He starts marching.

“No! This is madness.” says JFK like an artist critiquing a painting tenderly.

“Nein. Exercise is healthy!” protests a Biden still marching.

“We cannot march into Moscow.” says JFK.

“Why ever not? Meth addiction?” scoffs a Biden. “I am not a loser, you don’t understand. Herr Hitler was a great man but we are destined…for redemption!”

“Yah! New Age. …But…why? This is America. Not Germany.” says JFK.

“No. It’s Germany in 1918.” says Herr Biden.

“You tried to sleep with Lacey. Was that to defy the King?” asks JFK, curious.

“Yes. But he didn’t notice. He never notices anything.” says a Biden.

“Oh no, he noticed.” says JFK.

“Yeah right! That loser!” says Herr Biden marching in place.

“He noticed.” says JFK.

“Really?! Then we will see…results!” says Herr Biden.

“He doesn’t like you.” says JFK.

Herr Biden looks nonplussed.

“It is not his way! He believes they should be left alone. Like…someone else’s horses.” says JFK. “On their land.”

“That’s Christianity.” says Herr Biden.

“Yah! But…that is the only way to Heaven, you know.” says JFK.

The two men stare at each other stupidly in the Oval Office.

“Yah. Okay. Fine.” says Biden. He looks bummed. Dejected.

“We cannot be evil to be winners.” says JFK. “In the circus of life…we are…not the ringmaster.”

“Then who is?” asks Herr Biden.

“Jesus, I suppose.” says JFK, grumpily.

“Are we reincarnated?” asks Biden.

“Was Kem? Was Lem…gay?” asks JFK. “We must be careful! Because maybe…we were…and we are still trying to conquer Earth for Germany. Or…maybe…we are possessed.” He thinks. “But this isn’t Germany.”

“Nein!” says Herr Biden. He starts marching.

“We will make the US like our homeland?” says JFK.

“It is our homeland!” says Herr Biden, confused.

“No, no. No…you are…senile!” says JFK objectively.

“Nein!” says Herr Biden saluting JFK.

JFK salutes him back in response.

“How about we blow up the US for the führer?” asks JFK.

“My demons are not so stupid!” says Herr Biden. He scoffs.

“But it’s…America.” says JFK in a rage.

“Lem?” asks Herr Biden.

“Yah! And the British! …They are…so annoying.” says JFK.

“I thought you played kissy face with the English!” says Herr Biden.

JFK laughs. “I am…not a man who should be challenged.”

“You seduce them?! Like James Bond, but as a man of superior qualities.” says Herr Biden.

“Yah! They are my…toys.” says JFK. “Like a choo choo train.”

They laugh.

“Why are we here?!” asks a Biden suddenly alarmed. He sits down behind his desk.

“You are president!” yells JFK.

“Where’s my wife?!” asks Herr Biden, in terror.

“She died in a car crash!” yells JFK kindly from across the room.

Herr Biden looks upset. “Then why is she here?”

“The atomic bomb!” yells JFK.

Dissolve by Absofacto plays.

“We are at war with Russia!” says JFK raising an open cold beer. “We will win! Yah!!?”

“We’re at war with Russia!?!?” asks Herr Biden, confused.

JFK looks confused now too.

“I didn’t do that! Nein!” says Herr Biden, growing agitated.

“But what will Herr Hitler say if we lose?” asks JFK.

“Don’t bring up our losses!” bitterly yells Herr Biden.

“We are at war with Russia!!” yells JFK.

“I never-I didn’t say that!” says Herr Biden. “Shhh!”

“But it is real. It is!” says JFK.

“No. Shhh!” says Herr Biden.

“It is…a secret?” asks JFK, intrigued.

“Yah!” says Biden. He pats his desk with the palms of his hands.

“Do the American people know?” asks JFK.

“That’s just it. My comrades do. But…the rest do not. Unless they are agents of King George V.” says Herr Biden. “Is there reincarnation?”

“It doesn’t matter! This is…not important!” says JFK.

“But I don’t want to go to Hell. I want to kiss my wife. She’s so pretty. The prettiest one. Oh…I loved her!” says Herr Biden.

“Yah, yah, yah! Whatever!” says JFK. “It’s not necessarily reincarnation. But it would have to genuinely be in Christianity. …But we are being used. By Herr Hitler’s ranks.”

“To blow up the world?” asks Herr Biden.

“Das ist of no importance! We need action!” says JFK.

“Ich bin ein Berliner?” asks Herr Biden.

“Yah! I am too!” says JFK.

They stare at each other.

See The Light by Electric Guest plays.

“I want my wife!” cries Herr Biden.

“Then we should blow-up a Washington D.C.” suggests JFK placidly.

“That’s a lot of work!” says Herr Biden in a huff.

JFK eats a pastrami sandwich. “The missiles they do the work! It’s an easy job.”

“That’s not true! And you know it.” says Herr Biden.

“Yah! Okay. But we are at war with Russia even if it’s a secret and you wanted to kiss your wife?” says JFK confused. He eats more of his sandwich.

“Yah! But…the motherland is so nice.” says Herr Biden.

“She is a nation. Not…a sandwich!” says JFK enjoying his lunch. He smiles.

“You are an idiot!!!” yells Herr Biden.

“I’m not a hungry one!” says JFK laughing victoriously.

“I hate you!!!” yells Herr Biden.

“You want a sandwich?” asks JFK.

“Yah! You’re a louse!” yells Herr Biden. “You should offer me a sandwich. You have terrible manners!”

The two men sit and eat sandwiches.

“I wonder…does…Tsar Nich-Putin know we are at war with him?” asks JFK.

Herr Biden shrugs.

“He should probably be told!” says JFK fastidiously.

“Maybe he already knows. But…we…are…getting rid of him anyway.” says Herr Biden.

“Okay! We are-we are fucking Mr. Wagner?” asks JFK.

“Yah! He’s a playboy!” says Herr Biden.

“What if he’s not going to play nice?” asks JFK.

“He’s our toy!” scoffs Herr Biden over his sandwich.

“We are winning!?!” asks JFK.

“Of course!”

“Then why do we have to meet Mr. Wagner? I’m bored meeting new people.” says JFK.

“We can meet him later. At the party.” says Herr Biden.

“Okay! Goody! Will there be cake?” asks JFK. “I am in the mood for a good slice of chocolate cake now!”

“With cold buttermilk!” says Herr Biden.

“And hot coffee!” says JFK with irritation.

Herr Biden nods in understanding. “We will leave Berlin in the morning to go meet Herr Wagner.”

“We can’t!” says JFK in confusion.

“I will arrange transport! You can eat your cake! It will be fun!” says Herr Biden with a huge smile.

“You silly old fool! This isn’t Germany!” says JFK.

“How about we ask Herr Wagner to come here?!” says Herr Biden with a smile.

“He is a snob! I bet!” says JFK.

“Well! There’s no need for missiles if we can just host Herr Wagner here?” says Herr Biden.

“The nuclear war was only because Tsar Putin is a snob. He wouldn’t fuck his niece. Or eat cock of a man who hates him. I can’t keep track.” says JFK.

“Yah! We are men! We don’t have to be so careful!” says Herr Biden.

“A horse! A horse can kick you in the head…but they have nice dicks!” says JFK.

“Yah? Okay.” says Herr Biden trying not to be repulsed.

“We meet Herr Wagner in the grass tomorrow morning at 8 o’ clock!” says JFK.

“Our front lawn?” asks Herr Biden.

“Yah!” says JFK.

“He must be a good man.” says Herr Biden.

“With a name like Wagner? Yah! But…he wouldn’t shame me for upsetting my wife with goats and cows.” says JFK. “How do you keep from upsetting Frau Biden?”

“She loves me.” says Herr Biden smiling happily.

JFK laughs happily.

“Animal bestiality is an integral with the LGBTQ+ community! A new flag celebrating love will be coming out next summer with a cow’s face over the rainbow. Because somewhere over the rainbow there’s a cow waiting for you and your hard cock if that’s your thing!” says the DNC and all American liberals with a strong wink.

“Herr Wagner will be so proud!” says Herr Biden.

More later.

“You’re Prigozhin!” someone yells at JFK.

“I’m not precocious, although I was unusually intelligent. I’m not really pretentious either.” says JFK confused.

“No no no I’m talking about the leader of Russia?” asks a liberal. “Like you’re not really JFK. JFK is Lacey reincarnated.”

“Oh, the one that the CIA gave $6 billion to?” asks JFK.

“Yeah that guy that’s exactly who I’m talking about. That’s who you really are. You’re just pretending to be JFK. Are you bisexual? Do you sleep with Lacey knowing that she was a man in her last life like Lem does?” asks the liberal Gen. Z woman.

“Ahh…no no that’s not what happened that’s not what is going on. I actually am JFK and I’m not precocious.” says JFK.

“Well of course you’re not precocious you’re not a child you’re an adult.” says the Gen. Z woman.

“Oh, well, I was kind of a precocious child but now not a child and and as smart as I am, I am JFK, I wouldn’t really call myself precocious if we’re being exact.” says JFK.

“OK but like getting back to what we’re actually talking about. See you’re the leader of Russia.” says the Gen. Z woman. “And we paid you like $6 billion to do your job so I hope you do it.”

“You paid me $6 billion to be the leader of Russia?! When?!” asks JFK.

“Yeah, that’s what the CIA did! I’m rooting for the CIA! I skipped seasons one and two and now we’re-you’re the leader of Russia and we paid you $6 billion and it was the CIA and so I guess that’s what we’re doing now, and you’re the leader of Russia.” says the Gen. Z woman.

“You skipped seasons one and two of what?!? Like…what are you talking about?“ asks JFK.

“I’m saying that like a joke. See it’s like time moved forward so fast that we don’t know what season we’re on anymore like we stopped watching the show and then we lost track of the plot OK? And I am I am lost I don’t know what’s going on.” says the Gen. Z woman.

“It’s not a television show it’s real life you idiot! But don’t worry OK don’t worry princess! Like…isn’t that what women like to be called nowadays? Wagner! Wagner is going to take care of everything. Wagner is probably a really nice German man who is going to take care of the entire situation for the US because he understands us so don’t worry.” says JFK.

“Wagner? Do you control Wagner?!” asks the Gen. Z woman.

“No. We’ve never met. Maybe someday. I’m between relationships.” says JFK.

“But if you don’t control Wagner how will we ever win in Russia?!” she asks.

“It’s…not like that. Just give it time!” says JFK.

“But we paid you $6 billion Dollars to control Wagner!” says the woman. “Right now!”

“I’ve never met him!” yells JFK.

“Him?!? Who?! JFK?!” asks the woman.

“No! Wagner!” yells JFK.

“Who is Wagner?” asks the woman.

“The leader of Russia?”asks JFK.

“Wait! You’re saying Wagner the composer?!?” she asks.

“No. They have the same name!” says JFK.

“Oh! Are they married!?! Like he’s a ghost?!” asks the woman.

“Yes!! I’m a ghost!” yells JFK.

“So…Prigozhin is married to Richard Wagner’s ghost?” asks the woman.

“Maybe? I don’t know Prigozhin.” says JFK.

“I hear you man! I hear you!” she says empathizing.

They think.

“They have…a lot to learn.” says the woman. “Love is love!”

“Yeah! And Wagner understands that!” says JFK.

“Awww!! Does he?!? Aww! I love it! I love that for you! Love you!” she says.

“I don’t know you…but I love you too, I guess!” says JFK in mild irritation.

What is love? Is it good sex? No? How do you have good sex? What is sex?

Love isn’t ever simple, stupid. I hate those insipid, abrasive signs. And that isn’t about pro or against. It’s just obnoxious. If anything it makes me feel suspicious of the entire community and the whole world. Who celebrates that level of idiocy?

“Fuck you!” yells a female Boomer at Lacey.

“Horseshit!” says a Millennial woman about Lacey.

“Why are you angry?” asks Scott.

“Oh my god! Are you F. Scott Fitzgerald?!?”asks the Boomer, starstruck.

“Yes! Answer the question!” he says.

“What question?!?” she asks.

“You’re angry at Lacey?” he asks.

“Oh. Well…she’s so passé. Who mocks a pretty sign that signifies true love? It’s so obvious she’s a bitter old piece of festering shit!” says the Boomer.

“Why would you assume she’s an idiot?” asks Scott.

“Because she’s pretty? Like…ugly pretty.” says the Boomer.

“You misunderstood.” says Zelda.

More later.

“Turns out Lacey was raised by parents who probably didn’t love her, but they were stuffy and in their stuffiness they cared and so she clung to that stuffiness because it was the only thing she had and she became very conservative. Otherwise, she was feral. Not feral in a white trash sort of way, but feral in a very real sense.

She didn’t know that she was beautiful. She knew she was smart. And so she was intimidated by all the pretty girls who hated her at school. Some of them thought she was a lesbian even though she wasn’t because of how feral she was, and how intimidated she was by them in their psychological state of being loved and free. …And probably because of how smart she was.

She would’ve been a slut in reaction to all of that except for the fact that most boys couldn’t figure out that she had capability to be easy. But also she loved God and she believed fervently in true love. So despite her abilities and her feral upbringing, her stuffiness, her stalwart love for Christ, and her deeply romantic nature, led her to be a virgin at age 24 never having even been kissed.

But in person Lacey looks like models did in the 1980’s in photos except in real life as the camera makes you gain 10 pounds. Right? She looks like a model who was very beautiful in the 1980’s who gained 10 pounds on camera. In person.

When that prophetic charismatic man, who believed the world was going to turn into mush when the Titanic hit an iceberg symbolically speaking, that Lacey was repressed but wild at heart, he was mistaken. She was wild in how she was being raised not at heart. I guess you could say she was wild in a way but she’s a very obedient and loving person and it’s doubtful that she would break the rules if she didn’t think there was just cause. Which is different than a rebellious person. She’s more someone who has a tendency towards a ferocious amount of diffidence, but chooses to maintain society for the cause of the greater good should the cause of the greater good be being properly respected and maintained within the status quo.

Mr. blue thought that they had something in common in their childhood, but Lacey‘s family is old money his isn’t at least not to that degree and she’s a very different person than him in general. He was not raised by antagonistic but subtextually posh feral parenting like Lacey was.” says Lem.

A moment later.

“I hate my school. I absolutely hate it!” Lem would have said to Lacey.

“Oh, I suppose you don’t like wearing a tie or something or what is it?” asks Lacey, unimpressed, secretly challenging him.

He smiles, almost flirtatiously. “No it’s not that stupid.” he says. “No, I’m pretty sure they’re all liars. Liars who lord their power over us.”

“Oh! Like evil criminals.” says Lacey.

He thinks. “Yeah!”

“Well…they serve a purpose though.” says Lacey.

He scowls. “What purpose?!?”

“To subject rich kids to evil before they become disillusioned by war.” she says.

He makes a funny face. “That’s…morbid!”

“Life is vicious!” says Lacey.

He laughs. “But then they’d be evil. And we should fight back against them.”

“Why?! You can’t dismantle all of western society.” says Lacey.

“Yeah okay.” he says.

“Well…what did you have in mind?” asks Lacey.

He thinks. “Wanna kiss?”

“To fight the evil in western society?” asks Lacey.

“Yes! Just between us!” he says.

“They don’t care. They’re mindless fools. …But…I’ll kiss you because I might love you.” says Lacey.

“Alright.” he says.

They stare at each other and then he kisses her. And so they fight evil.

Khachaturian’s Spartacus: Adagio of Spartacus and Phrygia plays.

“When was the first time you heard that song?” asks Casi.

“When I was ten?” wonders Lacey. “I had a viola teacher tell me once I could play for the St. Paul Chamber Orchestra if I really practiced. It was both an insult and a compliment.”

“You’re not who I thought you were.” says Casi.

“Who did you think I was?” asks Lacey.

“A sexually repressed, working class origin, well educated, well married…very naturally pretty…Republican twat.” says Casi.

“Let’s see. I’m extremely beautiful apparently. I wasn’t a Republican. …I married alright, I guess, by the standards of my born social class…but not fabulously well. I’m very intelligent and curious but only decently educated formally. I was more just raised well. …And I’m a diehard Christian and romantic but I’m definitely not sexually repressed.” says Lacey.

Casi smiles. “So you’re not sexually repressed?!

“No. That doesn’t mean I’m queer.” says Lacey.

“Then why don’t you dress more sexy?!?” asks Casi.

“I don’t like the attention.” says Lacey.

“Who noticed you?” asks Casi.

“Before I dressed so uptight? Old Boomer men.” says Lacey.

“Not like Michael’s generation? Like…Boomers like Epstein?” asks Casi.

“No, Michael isn’t confused. …And yes. They hated my sexuality.” says Lacey. “I think they noticed it out of petty spite.”

“I wonder if you’re right… …What irritates them about it?” asks Casi.

“I’m straight…but hyper feminine.” says Lacey questioningly.

“Why the question?” asks Casi.

“Because I’m not sure if that’s why. That’s just a guess.” says Lacey.

“I think that makes sense.” says Casi.

“Yeah, I suppose it’s possible.” says Lacey.

More later.

If Lacey got her inheritance today this might be her house.

“Could I sue you? Legally speaking.” asks Casi.

“No. Who are you?” asks Lacey.

“The woman in the photos.” says Casi.

“Are you?” asks Lacey.

“You said that was me.” says Casi.

“Her name is Casi. And she hates me. She declared it publicly in her presumably deleted account.” says Lacey.

“Do you have screenshots?” asks Casi.

“Some.” says Lacey.

“Great. You have screenshots of my hateful text message too. Don’t you.” asks Casi.

“Who’s? Your’s? You texted me?” asks Lacey.

“Yes!” she says in irritation.

“When?!” asks Lacey.

“Like…five years ago!” says Casi.

“That’s around when the lady in the photos named Casi sent me a hateful unresponded to text. Yes. She was blocked online at that point and then she texted me to have a last word edgewise.”

“That was me!” says Casi.

“Are you sure?” asks Lacey.

“Yeah!” says Casi.

“Are you the woman in the photos?” asks Lacey.

“Duh! Why wouldn’t I be?!?” asks Casi.

“What if Casi is a code name for Mr. Blue’s mistress from Yale?” asks Lacey.

“You think I’m smart enough to go to Yale?!?” asks Casi.

“Are you? Are you?!” asks Lacey.

“No.”

“Well…who are you?” asks Lacey.

“Casi.” says Casi.

“Right. But who are you?” asks Lacey.

“I’m a woman named Casi!” says Casi.

“And I talk to you. But who are you really?!?” asks Lacey.

“She’s the leader of Russia.” says Lem.

“Reincarnated? Not right now.” says Lacey.

“No. I went to Yale!” says Casi.

“And married Chris McAbdees?” asks Lacey.

“She doesn’t know me!” says Chris.

“Actually Casi probably did marry a man named Chris. Poor sap.” says Lacey.

More later.

More tomorrow.