“... don’t understand.”
“I want to... he deserves better.”
“... He is mine... care a bit. Stay out of it.”
“Why? You don’t make sense Robert... Let him go if you...”
“... over my dead body.”
“Then get a div...”
“How... of your business. Get out!”
“Why not! You...”
I woke up to voices from my nap. Well, I did not remember lying down. Princess had a slight fever for two days and it broke only last night. So, we were both tired. We were playing in her playroom downstairs, she fell asleep and I thought lying on my back, was better while reading her story.
Viola! Passed out like a log.
I rubbed the sleep away and followed the voices to ‘Robert’s Office’ at the far end. That was what literally written on his door. Goof Ball!
Wow!
They must be screaming at each other if the sound rea
