IT WAS Friday afternoon, after their class, Isla and Becca visit their home. Since it was Becca who has a car, she then sent Isla first.
“Have some glass of juice first,” she said when she hopped off.
Becca lowers her glasses and smiled. “Next time. I don’t wanna see a monkey inside,” she uttered, making Isla laugh.
“See you on Sunday then.”
“I will come tomorrow. Let’s shop at the nearby mall,” Becca asserted.
She nodded and bade goodbye.
She heaved a deep sigh when Becca’s car was already gone out of her sight. She then walked inside their house and silence, greeted her.
She frowned and started to call her Nana Norm and no one answered. She glanced at her wristwatch, it was already five in the afternoon. Where are those people? She thought.
Apollo called her this morning, saying
