I stand in front of this unfamiliar bungalow, fear gushing all over me. I might be getting myself into a den of a hungry lion and I don't know if I will come out of it alive. What's worse, Jerol doesn't have an idea where exactly I am right now. I had to sneak out, all glory to his mother because she asked me not to tell him that I will be meeting with her.
Well, I couldn't fib about meeting a friend because I told him from the start that I don't have friends. Maybe I shouldn't have been so open to him?
Back to the matter at hand. I know this woman hates me. My mere presence angers her to the core. I know it will probably take ages for her and me to get along, that is if there is any chance, but I know even if she wanted to get rid of me she wouldn't do it in her house, right? This compo
