Keila Forger's Point of View
He drove me back to the house puzzled by his dry humor. I am thinking whether it is sarcasm or a joke, making me feel like someone trapped into the horns of a dilemma. Looking back to his previous appearances in my life; the one with the couple when I passed out and the one with my father when they talked to him, I could say with certainty that he's not one to make jokes.
Frustrated, I hopped out of his car when we got home and headed straight to my room to start my 'recuperation' or should I say, lazy life. He did not go after me. I am imagining him, escorting me to my room but fuss like that isn't his material. Instead of walking side by side with me, he greeted Mrs. Harries and talked with her.
I guess the talk did not last long since I immediately heard
