Tiffany knew Arianne’s daily habits. She would never be able to go back to sleep after just waking up, “Sure. I’ll go upstairs and have a look.”
She knocked on the door and opened it. Arianne was surprised, “Tiffie? Aren’t you working today?”
Tiffany was reminded of the scene she had encountered at home. She couldn’t contain herself, “Come downstairs, I have something to tell you. I’m not setting foot into your room ‘cause your man is a germaphobe. I don’t want him to be annoyed with me.”
Arianne was helpless against Mark’s germaphobia too. She took Tiffany by the hand and went to the living room downstairs, “What’s up? You look rattled so early in the morning.”
“I hadn’t gone back to visit my mother at her house in a while, so I thought of paying her a visit this morning,” Tiffany said with a sour look on her face. “I even brought her breakfast and a present, afraid that she would nag me for forgetting about her after finding a man. Can you guess what happened? She has no need to nag me anymore; I don’t think she’ll ever have anything to say if I don’t come home. There was a man at her home! I didn’t see him, just a pair of shoes at the door. I feel quite dejected.”
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