I wake up a few minutes to six. I check my phone for the umpteenth time since Harry brought me home yesterday.
No calls from him, no texts.
He didn't bother to keep in touch so I'm not calling him either. I'll let this work out his way.
I sit down to complete my pending assignments before I head to the kitchen to make breakfast.
I'm so glad that Lisa is home now. She's weak and pale but she's still sassy and bitchy. I think I actually like that about her. She's not a whiny crybaby like me.
She sits up on the couch where she's been lounging when I bring her breakfast. It's a slice of pineapple and sausages. I hate the smell of sausages but I have to stand it for her sake.
She's throwing up every now and then and pineapples seem to be her latest craving.
She stays quiet while I get
