When Trevor got to his mother's house he was told by her housekeeper that she was taking a shower.
"Of course, she is preparing so she can go and be with her stupid man friend!" Trevor mumbled under his breath, his nostrils flaring in anger.
"I'm sorry, were you talking to me?" The housekeeper asked.
Trevor raised his head to look at her, he didn't realize he had said that out loud.
He pasted a weak smile on his face. "No. Please inform my mother that I'm around."
"I will do just that," the housekeeper said, returning Trevor's smile as she slightly bowed and went upstairs to inform his mother of his arrival.
Trevor couldn't sit still, he started pacing from one end of his mother's living room to the other.
He had so many questions to ask. So many, and his mother was going to answer all of them. The more he looked at the test result in his hand, the more pissed he became.
