Chuck

And at the end of all of them, I feel like they almost should type, does everyone get it?

Yeah.

Yeah.

But having known what happens, really the only important thing you need to know is this guy staying in a room upstairs and there's another room close by that's unoccupied.

I arrived just in time for lunch on a brilliant noon of mid-May.

The garden was shouting with color and fragrance.

Burnt sienna!

And not less delightful after my broiling walk up from the marina should have been the coming from the reverberating heat and blaze of the day into the marble coolness of the villa.

Is that where you're going with?

I'm going with Villa.

Okay.

I was convinced that there was bad news of some sort for me.

Yet when I opened them, I found no such explanation for my premonition.

My correspondence all reeked of prosperity.

Yet this clear miscarriage of a presentiment did not dissipate my uneasiness.

In that cool, fragrant house, there was something wrong.

So homeboy gets some letters and thinks like, that's what I think is my bad feeling.

Like I've got bad news awaiting me, but it's all great news.

Yeah, that's a little weird, too.

A lot of presumptions going on here.