I was shocked to see who was standing right in front of me. It was Theodore, uncle Pete’s son.
“What are you doing here, Rose?”
What am I doing here? Can’t you see I am stealing some morphine for a good cause?
“I… I came here to.. to… see Uncle Pete” I replied stuttering like a criminal caught in act.
What the hell? What did I just say? What would I reply if he asked why I wanted to see him? Is this the best reply you can come up with? Stupid brain!
I felt like an i***t. How can I not? I had a morphine shot, injections, and a knife set in my hand at the moment.
Whoever looks at me will think I am a lunatic.
“Oh, okay” he replied smiling.
What the hell? What do you mean by ‘Oh, okay’? Don’t you want to be nosy again like you all always do?
I observed the way he was moving here and
