“Are you mad?” she asked seemingly afraid that I would be. Okxxx “Hollis” my dad’s gruff voice snapped me out of my deep thought. Carol lifted back up seeing that it was too late to put her shorts back on as the footsteps finally stopped just before the kitchen. “C’mon, I’ll help you get your suitcase” Carol said walking out from behind the counter. She moaned almost inaudibly over and over. Anna was 25, she worked as an addictions counselor. I reeked of motor oil” I lied chucking and I could feel Carol’s uneasy expressing directed at me. Her long dirty blonde hair was slightly messy and was being blown about by the wind. I feel it’s worth mentioning that I am my father’s heir and the future owner of his
