During our usual lunchtime conversations up on the rooftop, I happened to mention that my mother was absent on a business trip and, so, I was alone at home.
“Then, how about you sleep over tonight?” Mr. Jones suggested. That was the longest phrase he’s said the entire day. For some reason he has been acting somewhat distance. I wondered what was going on in his mind, though I dared not ask.
“A sleepover?” I repeated, caught by surprise.
“Yeah, why not?” he gave out a faint smile.
“But it’s a school night.” I said, nervous with the suggestion.
“Don’t worry. I’ll make sure you get to school on time.” That being said, I quickly accepted the offer. After all, spending the night with him might seem a bit nerve-wrecking, but it sure beats sleeping in an empty house that creeks in the silenc
