Anyway, Mr. Lewis often slept on the sofa when he got drunk.
Their sofa was wide and long enough, the design at the corners is practically a single bed.
"Help me get your father onto the sofa, and you don't have to worry about anything else," Mrs. Lewis said.
"Okay." Peggy Lewis helped Mrs. Lewis move Mr. Lewis to the sofa.
Mr. Lewis grunted a few times and lay on the sofa.
The cushions on the sofa were as comfortable as pillows, very comfortable to lay on.
When Peggy Lewis used to live at home, she would sometimes lie here watching TV and if she fell asleep, she would just stay there till the morning light instead of going to her room.
So, she was not worried that Mr. Lewis would not be comfortable.
Because it was really comfortable.
Mrs. Lewis got another basin and placed it next to the sofa, so that if Mr. Lewis wanted to vomit, he could just turn his head and do it.
Looking at her process, she was definitely a seasoned pro.