CHAPTER XXVIII

Sarah entertained herself all the way to her phone, reading through an application with a big orange W as its logo.

"Was it that fun?" I asked after seeing her laugh out loud.

"Very much so," she replied with a laugh.

"What are you reading?"

"A comic drama about a turtle that always arrives too early."

"Isn't that a bit contradictory?" I asked, raising an eyebrow.

"That's the fun of it. No matter how much Slower tries to slow down, he always gets there first and gets frustrated. He's tried everything, he's tried to put on weight, to set his watch late…"

"Poor Slower."

I parked the car outside the house and we didn't waste any time getting in, not that we were in a hurry for anything but even so we had both agreed that however comfortable we were, jeans, a sweatshirt and trainers were not the most elegant thing for an outing.

"Do you need clothes?" I asked as I opened my wardrobe looking at what to wear.