Marilyn hated being stuck at the hospital with her mother, who was now getting better. The old woman had woken up more than an hour ago, ever since then she had not shut up about wanting to see Scarlet.
“Marilyn has Scarlet come yet?” her mother asked her for what seemed like the millionth time that she did that, making Marilyn do nothing other than rolling her eyes.
“Mother in thought I already told you that no, scarlet is not here and she won’t be here until the storm calms down” she told her mother, clearly irritated with the old woman now.
“When will the storm be over?”
“Mother I don’t know that”
“How come?” Marilyn’s mother asked her, causing Marilyn to lose her mind even more than before.
“Mother I am not some weather forecast machine, I don’t know that for now” Marilyn told he
