Last week, they were sawing away one evening. It got darker. Still sawing. It was night. Still sawing.....
....the macabre side of my brain was really hoping to hear a sudden yelp and see the Shameless carrying a severed leg into the house. The compassionate side was hoping just to see a foot.
Something WAS afoot.
"What's he building in there?" I asked myself.
I thought of the eerie Tom Waits song.
It was night-time and he was still sawing and hammering. What's he building in there?