Althea lay in bed, as she always did, watching television. There was nothing to do while Allan was at work.

Unfortunately, Anthony did not even bother to contact her. It's not like she couldn't find her phone, therefore that could be the reason.

"I should get a job too, maybe help Allan buy a new condo because, quite frankly, this one is rubbish. He has enough money to buy me stunning clothes and pants, but not for a possibly bit nicer place. He's probably just bad at saving, who knows," she thought to herself.

"Perhaps I will tell him when he gets home; I hope he approves of the idea;...