Sinclair seats in her room, legs crossed as I place those pastries, beside her, she had her ears glued to her phone, as I walked in, I guess my service here isn’t needed, all I want to know is if I have been given the permission to go out again and if my cash would be restricted, that’s all.
She raises her finger up, and I halt in my track before she ends the call, “ my daughter will be coming next week, and there would be rules” she said firmly, the bossy b***h is back.
“ ok, what are the rules? '' My eyes rolled back, as I exhale exhaustedly,i I could hear her stuff more food in her mouth, “ here” she handed a paper to me, like what the hell is going on here?.
“ do you really have a rule for everything?” I had to ask, she just way too formal for me, “ yes, that’s how life is supposed
