It was Saturday the next day. Annette thought that Connor would come to her place for dinner.
Annette waited until seven o'clock in the evening, but he still did not show up or make a call.
Annette stood in the small kitchen and muttered, "You were the one who said that we would have dinner together on the weekend. If you're not coming, why can't you just tell me? What a joke I am!"
She muttered again, "Is he so busy that he can't come? Wasn't he busy last night? Well, it must be so. Don't overthink it. Well, he is always busy, but he still has time to piss me off, right?"
Thinking of the day before yesterday when Connor blamed her for not calling him, she hesitated. She got up and went to the sofa to pick up her phone.
She called Marcus.
As soon as the call was connected, Marcus said, "Annette, I guess we can read each other's minds. I was about to call you."
"Really? Why?"
"Connor is sick. Don't you think you should come and check on him?" Marcus said.
