Chapter 32. Lynne on Mark

"Why did you take me here?" she exclaimed after he laid me on the soft white couch. The couch was very relaxing and I was very comfortable.

 

 

"Hmmm… be patient" he exclaimed while pouring out a glass of whiskey. I guess it was for himself. "Okay… I am" I pulled my words curiously.

 

 

Then I took a deep breath before asking "Can I have one too?" she dared asked. She was surely teasing me.

 

 

"Like seriously!" I frowned "You just came out of a coma and here you want a a glass of whiskey. Fill free…" I took a seat while pointing at the table.

 

 

"You ain't my dad for crying out loud" I whimpered. He was always overprotective of me. "I didn't stop you" he exclaimed.

 

 

"Bertha!" he called and she immediately rushed into the room. "Some fruit juice for the lady," he ordered and she left. She later came with a glass of juice for me. I didn't ask for it but since it was already there, I had to sip.