"How are you?"

"My head still hurts a bit but it's okay."

"You're stronger than me to drink now but you're still not used to it. You really have a low tolerance for alcohol aren't you? You're still good at drinking Chona. We work so much that I can't drink. But you're serious! Four times a week! How are you doing with that?" He laughed at what I said.

"I don't feel weird yet so maybe it's okay--"

"Hi brother!"

I was devastated when Carl entered the kitchen. The two of us met eye to eye. Its forehead is furrowed. I was the first to evade. I still can't forget...