Karleen Suazo

Sweet, completely helpless waitress at the Peculier. I'd been to her one-room apartment once & found that she had clothing everywhere but hanging from the rod in her closet -- there was so much, she would likely have been able to go months before having to do laundry. But she was very entertaining in her helplessness. I remember once at the bar looking into what I thought were her eyes. Turned out I was looking at so many smudges on the lenses of her glasses that all which could be seen were blobs of colour.

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