The Date Gone Wrong
Unsure, he stayed a few more seconds.
He felt strongly he should go.
The date had not gone well.
Should he apologize? He knew he was not a talker.
Madame Olenska smiled at him.
“You should stay with me a little longer,” she said.
His face flushed.
He felt the heat.
There was something wrong.
“My mother is waiting up,” he lied.
Was she was going to cut him up and eat him?
She grabbed his arm with the strength of two weightlifters.
“I said you should stay,” she said.
He was terrified.
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