Red was obviously giving Ari the cold shoulder.
She hasn't come out of her walk-in closet for almost an hour now and he was beginning to worry if something happened to her in there. He hopes its not another incident similar to the bathroom fiasco.
"Red, what is the problem? Speak to me." He called out softly.
He had tiptoed closer and leaned his ear as close as he could to the divider that closed off the walk-in closet from the main chamber.
The screen was made of foldable material with wooden frames and brass hinges. Its canvass was designed with swirls of golden clouds with a splash of tiny and pretty white dahlias.
Ari strained his ear but couldn't hear anything aside from random shuffling noises.
What was she doing in there and what's taking her so long?
