The chicken soup was ready, and Emily set aside some in the fridge. Then she sent a text to Mr. Satan: [I'm going to a concert tonight. Dinner is in the fridge; you can heat it up in the microwave.]
Mr. Satan replied: [What time does the concert end? I'll come pick you up.]
[No need, I can come back on my own.]
[What time?]
[Really, no need...]
[What time?]
[I'm going with Olivia to the concert, she can drop me back.]
[What time?]
Three consecutive "What time?" messages emphasized his determination.
Emily chuckled lightly and compromised: [Around 11 pm.]
[Okay.]
Putting away her phone, Emily picked up the food container and left with Olivia.
They first went to the hospital to deliver soup to her father and uncle, then hurried off to the arena.
Upon arrival, Olivia got out of t
