Crash
Standing in Dan's room, it's a little too much. I wonder when Kelly will come back.
Then Dan claps his hands once, loud enough to make my sore head ring, then returns to being Mr. Chuckles. "Well, that's just great! Kelly will be happy to have friends to work for. She's wanted another job. But I want her focused on school."
You wanted her home to cook dinner for you and do every menial task you could think up to make her life impossible, and keep her anxiety levels at nuclear, I think to myself.
I crack a yawn that isn't entirely faked and stretch my arms, wincing when it makes my jaw throb. "Well, I'm getting pretty tired, Dan. I'll head back to my room and take a nap."
Dan's face falls a little, but he rallies well. "Sure, sure. You go ahead and sleep. I'll send Kelly over when she gets over her shit."
"That sounds great," I say through my teeth. "Thanks for your help, sir."
