The next day, I saw Harold in the living room. He’s frowning while holding a piece of paper.
My eyes fell on his hand. "I'm hungry," my lips parted in what was written. After he was rude yesterday he will be like this? Wow!
I put Oprah down and she immediately ran around the house.
"Wait there. I stayed up late last night." I told him and it was true because my husband was talking to me last night. I think we slept late.
When I turned to look at him, I saw his strange smile.
"What are you thinking?"
'I'm not thinking of anything bad.' He wrote. I narrowed my eyes at him. Why do I feel like he's lying?
"What do you want?"
I opened the fridge. It's empty. I turned to Harold.
"Eggs and fried rice, will that be okay? The fridge is empty." I said.
He immediately wrote.
"Okay. We'r
