“You comin’ or not?” Annabelle barked. “I ain’t got all night. My feet hurt and I’m tired as hell.”
So I spent the next five minutes trying to figure out the call box so I could get her upstairs.
She continued to eye me suspiciously in the elevator. I still don’t trust you, her look said.
Finally I walked out of the elevator and into their sparse apartment.
I sat down on the sofa waiting for Kyra to finish her dinner.
Meanwhile, as she’d planned, Annabelle crashed on her bed, shoes on her feet and all. I reached over and unbuckled her shoes.
“I take it you met my roommate, Annabelle,” Kyra murmured to me. “She can be quite…bossy…at times.”
“I’ve noticed. I’m used to it, though. I don’t mind.”
Kyra laughed. “I don’t think you’ll ever get used to Annabelle, though.”
Kyra and I managed to spend a few moments together before I had to go back home to bed. Kris wanted me in her office at 10 in the morning… I wasn’t sure how I was going to make it.
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