I was suppose to take a good nap but Lind wouldn’t stop screaming in the background.
“Help! Help us!”
I forcefully opened my eyes and squint a little because of my throbbing back which the fountain pen still sticks to and also my grazed arm stings too.
“Don’t overreact Lind. I’m still alive though I felt like napping for a while. Besides Rob has already been shot,” I said as a-matter-of-fact, “but calling an ambulance would be great too.”
She tried to reach for her dress pocket but Mr. Wayward interjects, “got that covered,” he states while pulling a handkerchiet and tied both of Rob’s hands at his back.
“Why am I the only one answering the law? When clearly you had your fun earlier too,” he protests.
While I just stray my eyes somewhere else to avoid any further involvement. Then
