He heard the front door slam gently around six thirty. He lazily got up to check where his sister was. Usually she is in the kitchen sipping coffee and skimming her notes. Well, apparently, not today. The bed is empty and made as always. The OCD in her made her make her bed like a chamber maid would make a bed in a five-star hotel---wrinkle free and taut.
That was Hanna's disease. To be proper and clean. Which reminded him of the Netflix series he likes to watch recently. Friends. Her sister reminded him of Monica. The obsessive cleaner.
Smiling at this comparison in his head, he went to the kitchen s***h dining area and found a warm plate of omelet and bagels. She must have run earlier before deciding that it was high time to go back to school. Hanna likes to run in the morning. She s
