Lana
Dales and Jones arrived a few minutes after seven in the evening. They'd said that had wanted to intentionally stay back and talk with her just so she could feel a lot more better and heal faster. I smiled as I watched them both watch TV while I made dinner.
I was glad that even with our parents demise, I had some how managed to keep the family bond growing strong. It was amazing to know how much they cared about Renee's well being. I was kind of proud of myself.
"Lana?" Jones called for me, from the living room. One could see the kitchen from the living room as there wasn't unnecessarily any demarcation. That was the structure of the house.
"Yeah?" I looked up, my attention drawn back to reality.
"Um,In school, we were asked to pay up for a large field project." He informed me.
