The world begins with shameless people

Chicago, South Side.

Funerals are not something that can be arranged in one go.

Now with the $10,000 from Ding Xiu, Debbie and Carl decided to do things a little better. Then, they needed to find a cemetery to bury Monica instead of cremating her.

In America, most people still prefer burial, and most of those who choose cremation do so out of necessity.

After all, burial requires a cemetery and a coffin, both of which cost money, and a lot of it. Cremation is much simpler and saves a lot of money.

Time flies.

Debbie and Carl, who have indeed grown up and can, in some ways, stand on their own feet, spent three days getting everything basically arranged.

During this period, it was quite reasonable that Fiona did not participate at all.

Lip did participate, but all he did was sign a document as an adult.

This morning.

Funeral services were held at the funeral home.

Frank is still on the run, in some dirty corner, drinking and living a life of luxury with homeless people, and has not shown up.

Ding Xiu, Kevin, Mickey, and all the drunkards at Eliber Bar have basically arrived.

In Tommy's words, "Monica treated us to a lot of drinks on the wedding day, and we have to see her off on this last leg to thank her for the drinks."

The fact is, although these drunkards are shameless, they are not bad by nature.

It is worth mentioning that Eddie and Sheila also came with their son.

Eddie's son was born to Monica after all, so Eddie felt he had to have him.

The funeral scene.

Kevin and a group of drunkards basically went up to say a few words and paid tribute to Monica.

Finally, Debbie, Carl and others also went up to speak.

When the funeral was almost over, Fiona, who had been hesitant and had a stern face, finally moved. She walked onto the stage and spoke with a complicated expression, "Monica..."

The first few sentences were okay.

As they were talking, the tone of their conversation changed.

"Monica has never been a competent mother. She has always only thought about herself..." As the conversation changed, hatred gradually appeared on Fiona's face.

Ding Xiu looked at Fiona like this...to be honest, he felt more and more disgusted.

how to say.

Fiona always blamed Monica and Frank for the hardships she had endured taking care of those children over the years.

Admittedly, Monica was wrong. She shouldn't have gone crazy and left.

But, on the one hand, Monica herself has bipolar disorder and is crazy. On the other hand, Monica never asked Fiona to take care of those children.

It was Fiona's own choice. Fiona insisted on not letting DCFS intervene and take those children away. She insisted on keeping the Gallagher family intact and then suffering.

Anyone who makes a choice has to bear the consequences, right?

Instead, make a choice and then desperately play the role of the victim and then blame others.

Ding Xiu was too lazy to listen.

Fortunately, after a while, Fiona, the bitch, also finished talking.

There was nothing wrong with it. After hearing Fiona's words in such an occasion, the whole audience fell silent. Even the staff at the funeral home didn't know what to say for a moment.

It took a while for the staff to come back to their senses.

After all, they are in this line of work and have seen all kinds of weird situations. The staff member smiled awkwardly and spoke up to smooth things over.

Soon, the funeral was over and everyone moved to the cemetery.

"I'm leaving first, I have something else to do," Fiona took a deep breath and said to Lip after leaving the funeral home.

Lip had just taken out a cigarette and put it in his mouth, but before he could light it, he was stunned for a moment when he heard this, then nodded without saying anything.

Fiona didn't say anything and strode in the other direction.

Lip lit a cigarette and looked at Fiona's back, feeling so complicated that it was hard to describe.

It's a matter of fact.

Lip could understand Fiona's hatred for Monica. After all, Fiona had suffered a lot because of Monica. But Lip couldn't understand why Fiona still had this reaction when Monica was already dead.

How much hatred does this require?

In addition...

To be honest, Lip couldn't understand why Fiona gradually turned into such a bitch.

Although he had some minor flaws before, he was a pretty good person overall. How did he become like this?

Lip couldn't figure it out.

At this time, Ian came to Lip and said, "Fiona really hates Monica."

Lip smiled bitterly and nodded, "Yeah."

"Give me a cigarette," Ian said quite calmly.

Taking the cigarette, lighting it, and taking a puff, Ian asked again, "What about you?"

Lip exhaled a puff of smoke, "I hate her a little, but I no longer care about her and don't consider her a mother, so now, to be honest, I don't have much feeling."

After that, Lip asked, "What about you?"

"It's almost the same for me," Ian replied. "We weren't that familiar with each other to begin with, so it's just like that."

Lip nodded and glanced at Debbie and Carl who were walking in front. "Debbie and Carl might feel differently, especially Debbie."

Lip and Ian both know that Carl has limited intelligence and his emotions are never delicate.

Speaking of Debbie...

Ian was silent for a moment, "Monica has been with Debbie almost all this time, and she did help take care of Franny."

"Now that Monica is gone, Debbie should be sad."

"After Fiona's tantrum, I'm afraid it will be even harder for the two of them to get along with each other in the future."

Lip nodded in agreement, "Yeah."

The two brothers just smoked, chatted, and moved with the team.

*******************
Monica was buried, and her crazy life came to an end.

Everyone dispersed.

Kevin suggested going to Elber for a drink, and this proposal was naturally warmly supported.

Time flies, and we are at the Elibor Bar.

They drank wine, talked and laughed about Monica's life, and before they knew it, several hours had passed.

Night falls.

Tommy, Kermit and other drunkards naturally stayed and killed time.

Ding Xiu and others left one after another, returned to their homes and resumed their own lives.

This day seemed to be no different from any other day... In fact, there was probably really no difference.

After all, in this world, oh no, in the city of Chicago, many people die every day, and Monica is just one of them, nothing special.

2108 North Wallace Street.

Because it was not too late, and Ian had taken a day off today and had to go to work tomorrow, he did not come back. After leaving the Elber Bar, he thought for a moment and went to find Trevor.

The only ones back here are Debbie and her daughter Franny.

Without the noise and chatter of Frank and Monica, the house suddenly seemed very quiet, even a little dead.

Debbie was not used to this kind of silence. She was unconsciously a little dazed. She turned her head and looked around. She said to Franny in her arms with some sadness, "Franny, it's just the two of us again."

Franny didn't understand a thing. She just waved her hands around and winked at Debbie.

Debbie felt better when she saw her baby daughter's adorable appearance. She moved her feet, sat down on the sofa, and let out a long sigh.

Monica is dead and Frank is off to hang out somewhere, but life must go on.

Debbie leaned on the sofa, thinking for a while with a dazed expression.

Immediately, Debbie got up, took a bottle of beer from the refrigerator, then went to where she hid her money and took out the money that Frank gave her in the hospital that day.

Of course, after returning that night, she immediately counted the money several times and knew exactly how much there was in total.

$8255.

At this moment, looking at the money for a long time, then moving her eyes to look at her daughter Franny for a while, Debbie suddenly changed her mind.

Originally, her plan was to live with Franny for half a year with this money... During this half year, she would try to find a young man who could support her and her daughter.

Now... influenced by Monica's death and the fact that Frank loved Monica so much that he didn't even show up at her funeral, Debbie changed her mind.

You can't rely on anyone else.

Those Gallaghers... can't be trusted!
The same goes for men!

If you want to survive, you can only rely on yourself.

Debbie decided to use part of the money to learn a skill that could make money. After learning it, she would find a good job and earn a lot of money...at least, more than that bitch Fiona.

Debbie was very proactive. After making a decision, she immediately took out her mobile phone, found the website of Malcolm X Vocational College, and read it carefully.

"Franny, we won't suffer for long, I promise you!" Debbie vowed.

**************
A large bar.

It's summer now, peak season for bars.

At this time of night, the bar was packed, almost crowded, and very lively.

Fiona liked the excitement.

The reason is simple. More people means more tips, and that’s all money.

Therefore, Fiona was busy and very motivated, the smile on her face was much brighter than usual, and the extent of her teasing was much more exaggerated than before.

But, this is just an illusion.

In this noise, Fiona couldn't help but think of Monica, and there was no way to get Monica out of her mind.

This made her very irritated.

She couldn't understand what was going on. She hated Monica to the core, but now that Monica was dead, she was like this...
"Mother fxxk!!" Fiona was angry and cursed angrily when she thought of Monica again.

This feeling is terrible!!
As a result, bad habits are hard to change, and just like when she was in a state of frustration in the past few years, Fiona instinctively wanted to vent. She felt that if she didn't vent, she would really suffocate!

Once the urge to vent comes up, I can't suppress it.

In this way, Fiona started walking again and deliberately chose her target.

This is a bar, and most of the men present are very agitated.

After spending some time, Fiona chose a man who had a good figure and appearance, or in other words, a man who was more pleasing to the eye.

Having a target in mind, Fiona, the Hundred-Man Killer, decided not to be subtle. She immediately took the initiative with an even more intense smile and started teasing with words.

The target man immediately understood what Fiona meant and smiled brightly. After a while.

"I get off work at two," Fiona said with a teasing smile.

"I'll wait for you," the target man nodded with a smile.

Fiona blinked frivolously and turned away.

In a blink of an eye, it was almost half past two.

Fiona got into the man's car.

The man smiled and took out a bag of flour from his pocket, "Want some?"

Fiona had been wanting to vent, and had been drinking and taking drugs for a while. She really liked these things. When she saw the flour, her eyes lit up immediately, and she smiled and nodded without hesitation, "Come on."

After a while.

The car started, the man stepped on the accelerator, and drove Fiona, who felt much more comfortable and happy, to the hotel.

About ten minutes later.

The man helped Fiona into the room.

There was already a woman waiting in the room.

The man grinned and rubbed his hands excitedly, "Let's party!"

Fiona was still about half conscious, saw the woman in the room, and understood what was going to happen next.

But, so what.

After just a moment's thought, Fiona smiled.

It doesn't matter.

You know, Comrade Fiona Gallagher has even tasted men's urine.

This matter is really nothing.

"Party!" Fiona shouted, smiling and raising her hands.

In the blink of an eye, it’s a new day.

Fiona opened her eyes when she woke up naturally. Her first reaction was that she felt dizzy and uncomfortable.

After a few seconds, Fiona finally came to her senses and realized the two people around her. Her eyes widened suddenly, and she recalled...

Thinking about what happened at night, Fiona raised her hand and wiped her face speechlessly.

But it's just some things. What has been done has been done. There is no point in regretting.

The next second, Fiona took a deep breath, moved gently, got out of bed, picked up her clothes and shoes, and put on her clothes while walking towards the door.

Soon, Fiona left the room with disheveled hair and walked away quickly. At the same time, she took out her cell phone and looked at it.

Just as she expected, it was already past ten o'clock and she was already late for the day shift.

"fxxk!!" Fiona cursed, and then quickly made a phone call, trying to make up an excuse to get away with it.

In recent days, she has asked for leave several times because of Monica's matter. Today, she didn't show up without prior notice...

Although the job at the burger restaurant is just like that, it is easy to find a similar job again... However, it takes time to find a new one, and you will have no income for a few days, which is troublesome, and you don’t make any money...
Fortunately.

The manager of the hamburger restaurant was pretty nice. He knew that Fiona's mother was buried yesterday. Although he still criticized Fiona, he did not fire her.

"Thank you, thank you," Fiona breathed a sigh of relief, "I'll be there in a moment, thank you."

call ended.

Fiona relaxed a lot and quickened her pace again. After leaving the hotel, she went straight to the pharmacy to buy contraceptive pills.

No problem.

Comrade Fiona Gallagher doesn't like to use rubber products.

**************
Monica was buried, and neither Carl nor Liam felt anything special.

It was a sunny morning with gentle breezes.

Carl's life went on as usual. He left Liam at home and went out for a walk alone.

Strolling and strolling.

Suddenly, at a corner, a girl bumped into Carl, knocking him back and almost falling.

Carl was hurt by the collision and shouted unhappily, "Jesus, what are you doing?"

The little girl, Casti, was in so much pain that she stopped and looked back quickly.

Behind, a boy with tattoos was about to catch up.

Casti was anxious, and ran to Carl, grabbed Carl's arm tightly, and begged for help, "Help me, help me, he wants to kill me!"

Words come out.

The tattooed man came to Carl and Casti and stopped.

Carl's body shook, and his sense of justice surged instantly.

Want to kill someone in broad daylight? How the hell is this?

The next moment, Karl was not afraid at all, and asked the tattooed man fiercely, "What do you want to do?"

The tattooed man was taller and stronger than Carl. He glanced at Carl and didn’t take Carl, a tiny guy, seriously at all. He cursed arrogantly, “Fxxk off!!”

After cursing, the tattooed man reached out to grab Casti.

See this.

Karl didn't hesitate and punched the tattooed man in the abdomen.

Although Carl is not tall or strong, his strength is really something to behold when he starts fighting.

The tattooed man was caught off guard by the punch and immediately bent over in pain. "You want to die?! Do you know who I am?"

"I don't care who you are!" Carl said domineeringly, and at the same time, he punched the tattooed man in the face again.

This punch is more powerful!

The tattooed man was knocked to the ground and screamed in pain.

Witnessing this scene, Casti, who was crazy and, in some ways, a younger version of Monica, suddenly had a light in his eyes and looked at Carl with such fondness.

Carl was a very violent guy. He knocked the tattooed man to the ground, but he was not satisfied yet. He took a step forward, stood beside the tattooed man, and threatened him fiercely, "This is the South District, mother fxxk, don't let me see you again, otherwise, I will beat you up every time I see you!"

The tattooed man hugged his head. It was really painful. He dared not say anything more and closed his mouth tightly.

When Karl saw this, he raised the corners of his mouth in satisfaction and smiled coolly, "That's pretty good."

After saying this, Carl turned to Casti and said in a normal tone, "It's okay, you're safe."

Casti’s eyes were already full of stars, and he kept thinking…Hero saves the beauty! Hero saves the beauty!! This is my hero!
next second.

Casti immediately took Carl's arm with a bright smile on her face, turning into a little fan girl, "Thank you for saving me, I must repay you. My name is Casti, what's yours?"

Carl's IQ is very limited, but Casti is very good-looking, and he is very happy to have his arm around him. "Carl, Carl Gallagher."

"Nice to meet you, Carl," Casti said with a bright smile, "Well, Carl, I'll treat you to lunch, thank you for saving me."

"It's actually nothing..." Carl really thought it was nothing, just a piece of cake.

Casti has other intentions and insists on treating Carl to lunch.

Carl didn't refuse.

Soon, the two walked forward.

"By the way, who is that guy?" Carl suddenly thought of this and asked.

Casti grinned, "My ex-boyfriend."

“????” Karl was stunned, “Ex-boyfriend? So you said he wanted to kill you?”

Casti was so crazy that he simply nodded, "He is a lunatic. I didn't know that before, but I found out yesterday."

When Karl heard it, he felt that he understood, and nodded, “So he is a lunatic, my mother is also a lunatic, these lunatics are scary.”

"Yes," Casti responded with a smile, "Carl, do you have a girlfriend?"

Carl shook his head, "No."

Casti was excited, his eyes turned, "You saved me, and you are so awesome, I will be your girlfriend."

Hearing this, Karl's eyes widened immediately. Without any doubt, he just asked in surprise, "Really?"

Casti understood that this meant consent, so she kissed Carl decisively.

And just like that, Carl had a girlfriend.

From a certain perspective, there is really no essential difference between Carl's meeting with crazy woman Casti and Frank and Monica's meeting back then.

Back then, Monica was also chased by a man, and then she escaped into Frank's car, yelling at Frank to drive, saying that the man chasing her wanted to rape her.

From then on, Frank and Monica got together, and then they spent half of their lives together through all kinds of troubles.

Chicago's South Side.

Carl was very happy to have a girlfriend like Casti who was beautiful and seemed very interesting.

The two of them found a random restaurant and had lunch.

Done.

As crazy as Casti was, he didn't hesitate and asked directly, "Where do you live? I want to go to where you live and get to know you."

"Okay," Karl was very happy, and, probably because he was slow, he didn't think about it wrongly, and replied honestly, "I live not far from here, it only takes about 20 minutes to walk there, let's go."

Looking at Carl like this, Casti was very excited and felt that Carl seemed to be easy to manipulate, “Okay.”

The two men didn't waste any time and headed toward North Wallace Street.

2120 North Wallace Street, on the curb in front of Carl's house.

Casti was a spoiled rich girl, so even though Karl's house was quite outstanding in the South District, Casti still didn't have any special reaction, no surprise or anything, she just smiled and said, "It's a beautiful house."

Carl smiled and said, “This is my house.”

"Really?" Casti was surprised. He didn't expect this. "You look so young, and you've become rich?"

Karl shook his head and said, “No, my grandma left it to me.”

"Is that so? Awesome!" Casti laughed, and then asked Carl in surprise, "Whose big house is this next to your house? It's like two houses merged together."

"That's right," Karl nodded and replied, "That's Ding Xiu's house, the owner of Xiu'er Chinese Restaurant. Have you heard of it?"

Casti was surprised. "It turned out to be him. I have not only heard of him, but I have also been to his restaurant many times. It's a pity that the restaurant has been closed for a long time. His cooking skills are really good."

"You like it? I asked him to help cook dinner that night. I have a good relationship with him," Carl said with some pride.

"Okay!" Casti replied excitedly, "Now, take me to visit your house first."

"Okay," Carl responded simply.

It didn't take long.

Casti, who had no interest in looking at any house, took the initiative and fucked Carl.

Carl feels great! (End of this chapter)