Chapter 33

With a sigh of resignation, I boarded another taxi and headed for the Torres mansion. I knew it was where Grandma Doris would be. The mansion was more her own than Rose's. But since Grandma Doris was barely around, her vivacious nature would not allow her stay stuck in a place; she didn't allow her age or responsibilities to clip her wings, the mansion was solely left in Rose's care since Mark didn't stay at the mansion, leaving Rose the opportunity to wad around the place bullying and commanding others - her best traits. As I entered the compound of the Torres mansion, right in the garage of the mansion was the car I left at Milli bar yesterday. It was probably driven over by Mark. Good, then I can just go with it when I'm leaving here. My mind was still occupied with the prospect of seeing Grandma and what she might have to say when I was pulled out of my thoughts by Grandma's shrill voice. "Sydney!" Her voice might be weak but her body definitely wasn't. I watched, a mixture of happ