The Heimsouth Project

i Tom, it’s Chrissy. Ceila’s over here. I wasn’t sure whether to call you, but I didn’t want you to worry. She’s okay, I guess. She’s sleeping on the couch.

Yeah, she got here maybe almost two hours ago, showing up at my door in the middle of the night wearing a parka and snow boots. “What, are we having a blizzard in July?” I was going to ask her, but she was in tears, her face a mess from sobbing, and I tried to get her to tell me what was wrong, but she was so distraught. I tried to think what could have happened, that you’d died in a car crash or something, but eventually she managed to blubber that you were cheating on her. “How do you know?” I asked her, and she said you’d been working late on this project for the past month, almost every night, but it turns out you weren’t working on the project at all, because tonight Frank called saying he was sorry to call at home but he couldn’t get your cell phone and he really needed this piece of information for the Heimsouth Project, and she said, “Isn’t he there?” and Frank told her that you weren’t on the Heimsouth Project, that they just got certain information from you on an as needed basis.