She was way too quiet on our ride home. I know she was angry back then, but what she did was cool. I decided to let her cool off before giving her some credit for a job well done.
Vivian is going to get a dose of her own medicine. Now she will understand how it feels.
“Lily, Lily, we're home." But she didn't respond to my calls. I got off the driver's seat and went over to open her door for her. It was only then that I discovered that she had fallen asleep.
So that's why she wasn't responding to me all this time. It seems the drink she took has taken over. How on earth am I supposed to get her inside?
Maybe I should get Eric; I'm sure he wouldn't mind carrying her to her room.
“Any problem?”
“Oh my God, Eric, are you trying to scare the hell out of me?” How on earth did I not hear hi
