Later, she unplugged the cable behind the TV and started watching through the antenna, finally able to see the local TV's English programs.
But it's afternoon now, and there isn't much worth watching.
A soap opera with over a thousand episodes about rich family feuds was still airing, all about you sleeping with her, her sleeping with him, him sleeping with her mother.
Utterly boring.
Lawrence Winters sighed; it seemed this place wasn't suited for a long stay and she needed to wrap things up quickly.
Otherwise, she'd either turn the place upside down or it would assimilate her.
The environment's impact on people is terrifying.
Lawrence turned off the TV, then moved the two large suitcases to the left side of the bed and opened one to take out the bedspread and sheets, laying them on top of the existing sheets.
She then took out a pillow and a towel blanket.
It's summer now, though New York doesn't seem too hot yet.
There's no air conditioning in the room, only a floor fan.
