CHAPTER SEVEN: SPENDING A NIGHT TOGETHER

GEORGE "Is your bathroom spacious?" She asked after a long period of silence. I looked at her, knowing she was trying to draw a mental picture of the house and rooms. "Don't even try to imagine anything; you'll be disappointed." I advised "Now that's you keeping me on suspense, and I don't like suspense." She pouted, adjusting herself on the seat so she could face me. "Well, that's all I can say." I tipped her, and she looked angry. I smiled at her. "Just answer the question, please." "I don't even have a bathroom in my house," I lied, and she gave me a sarcastic look, but I still maintained my firm look. "Where do you bathe, then?" "In the pool." I answered. "I don't believe you." Her voice was firm, but her face gave her away. I didn't say anything anymore, nor did she. I realized she was sleeping when her head started going down the seat. I had to adjust her head a few times before we got home. When we arrived home, she was still sleeping, so I went over to he