Boringly, Pearl laid down on the empty, lavish, comfortable king-size bed. She stared blankly on one side while gently twisting the edge of her pillow cover. She was not keen on running away again after her fight with Taggart. Until, in the middle of the night, the bedroom door squeaked and slowly opened. Pearl startled and then turned to widen her eyes. Taggart stepped in limping. He drank a lot since he couldn’t keep thinking about Pearl.
Pearl sat on the bed watching Taggart, half-dragged his feet, and threw himself next to her. She was stunned and frozen, perplexed about the situation. Taggart then chuckled oddly. His behavior was both humorous and perplexing.
“Hey, lady. Ah, why are you so grumpy with me?” Taggart whimpered while touching Pearl’s cheek with his fingers. His hand the
