"How are you?"
"My head still hurts a bit but it's okay."
"You're stronger than me to drink now but you're still not used to it. You really have a low tolerance for alcohol aren't you? You're still good at drinking Chona. We work so much that I can't drink. But you're serious! Four times a week! How are you doing with that?" He laughed at what I said.
"I don't feel weird yet so maybe it's okay--"
"Hi brother!"
I was devastated when Carl entered the kitchen. The two of us met eye to eye. Its forehead is furrowed. I was the first to evade. I still can't forget what happened.
Damn it!
"Hmm, Leigh! Carl fixed you last night if you don't remember. I was tired last night. Carl wanted to help so I let him."
"T-thank you Carl."
It just greeted me and then left the kitc
