Within two weeks there's nothing special happening. There isn't a day that Latrelle doesn't annoy me. There's a day that T.H will be angry with me like today.

"What did you do to my shirt?" his voice was calm but there was so much anger in his burning eyes.

I was awake late last night so I didn't fix my laundry this morning. Lucky called last night, he mentioned that Lolita was in the hospital because she had a high blood pressure attack and until now I still have no news.

This afternoon, if Wyn hadn't helped me in the kitchen, I would have been consumed by what I cooked....