DAHLIA 

It was twelve noon and I was already feeling better. Not at my best yet but I was no longer queasy in my stomach and achy in the head. 

Cassie was a good companion and the very best friend one could ever ask for.

We were still glued to the television and having a chit chat in between. Breakfast was done and we — majorly her — had concluded what we were going to be having for lunch. 

I heard a knock on the door and she heard it too. “Are you expecting anyone?” I asked her.

“What do you think it might be?” She threw back at me. ...