CHAPTER SEVEN

Paisley had been staying at Rori’s for a week now. She actually didn’t mind her that much anymore. And she didn’t want to admit it but sometimes, only sometimes however, Rori’s food wasn’t that bad. She watched television on the couch and Rori was making food. Rori had worked late shift again and Paisley was dying of hunger. There was a knock on the apartment’s door. She looked at the door and then at Rori. Rori looked as if she saw a ghost. What was wrong with this girl? That’s the same look she had the other day when her phone rang.

“Do you want me to get it?” she asked.

“No!”

She frowned.

“I mean, we don’t know who it is. It’s late.”

“Rori! Rori open up!&rdquo...

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