Chapter Seventy-Seven Amnesia

"I have something important I must tell you." She repeated, as though I hadn't heard the first time, standing up from the toilet seat as she wobbled; I noticed the mess she had on her body. She had puked all over her dress. The lemon-colored strapless top she wore got much of the vomit. It looked like a disgusting branding on the dress. "Okay, you'll tell me later but you have to wash off first." I said, helping her into the shower. Angela felt the walls too far as she groped for it like a blind person. Her feet weren't steady still. But she finally made her way into the shower. In her drunkenness, she felt the water dripping on her body came from a very far distance. She took her time in the shower, listening to the sound of the water as it fell onto her body. Perhaps she felt relaxed or wanted to stay long enough for the water to cleanse her of her guilt. Or to get the assurance that all was well and that I would absorb whatever she had to tell her in good fate. "Are you done yet?" I