Ever since the other day I got sick Luther has been checking up on me, constantly.
Before he goes to work, while he's at work he'll call to see if I'm okay, or he'll ask Mrs Smith to check on me, and when he's back he'll come see me.
We don't usually say much words though, maximum of 30 seconds conversation. I get bored a lot staying in doors everyday doing nothing.
He called me to his office later today and I thought he wanted to check up on me as usual. But he wasn't.
"Ivy, how are you?".
"I'm fine thank you".
"Are you sure? you feeling sick in any way?", he asked again.
"No, I'm very fine thank you".
"Alright, we have to go to this charity banquet today, sorry it's on short notice".
"It's okay, I'll be available ", I mean it's not like I have somewhere else to go.
He stared a
