“Hey, I just got back from the holding house. I think six of the ten are good candidates to move into the house. Do the two of you want to go for a swim or workout and then go for a swim?” I asked when Mateo answered his bedroom door.
“Have you spoken with Destiny about the increased workload? That’s six more mouths to feed and people to clean up after. I don’t think Vanessa will want me to go for a swim with the two of you. She was pretty upset when she left my room earlier. She may not want to swim with you either, unless she has had enough time to cool down,” he informed me.
“What? How long ago did she leave your room, and where did she go? What were the two of you fighting over, and how did I end up in the middle of it?” I questioned as a sick feeling settled in the pit of my stoma
