"Guess who's back, Tasha?" Anita squealed, as she hurried into the room to meet Tasha, who was laying on her bed, not interested in getting up for the day. She was still annoyed that Samuel was obsessed with Helen to the point that he went to Helen's house to check on her.
If that wasn't a definition of love, what more could Tasha name it?
She gritted her teeth and used her pillow to cover her head, as she swatted Anita's hand away from pulling her off the bed.
"Let me be, Anita. I don't care who's coming today," Tasha gritted out, her voice laced with annoyance.
Anita startled, peered at Tasha's reaction in shock.
"What's wrong with you, Tasha? I thought you were sad because you didn't see Helen. She's back. Tada!" Anita squealed as she pulled the door open for Helen. They were worri
