Miss Watson laughed like a blooming flower, "Rae has arrived."
Rae Bennett entered carrying a bag of takeout.
"I bought dinner over," she said, dressed in a fluffy hoodie, the color soft and tender, looking warm and cozy, "Miss Watson, are you feeling better?"
Miss Watson said, "Nothing's wrong."
Initially, Rae used to address her formally, but Miss Watson said she treated her like a daughter and there was no need for formalities. Now, having dropped the courteous address, the two were as close as sisters.
"What did the traffic police say?"
Rae placed the takeout bag down, "It was all my dad's fault."
Of course, it was. Miss Watson had never seen such a reckless driver, like a novice.
But this was a case of 'the temple being washed away in the flood.'
