Viola Thompson closed her eyes.
At that moment, she suddenly opened her eyes, as if she had remembered something, "Loan me your hat."
"My hat?" Terrence Lentz inquired.
"Hmm."
Having got a confirmed answer, Terrence Lentz reached out for his hat.
It was a black top hat.
Terrence Lentz appeared particularly domineering when he put on this hat.
He resembled a boss from the old times, coming out right from an oil painting.
Viola took the hat and placed it directly over her face.
This was her usual habit.
Whenever she went to sleep, she had to cover her face with a blanket.
The hat would have to suffice in the car.
The hat carried a faint scent of tobacco.
It wasn't offensive.
Viola took a deep breath, "I'm going to sleep first, Lentz."
"Sleep."
Viola soon fell into a deep slumber.
The journey through the mountain was not a smooth one.
Although the speed was very slow, the car was still shaking all along the journey.
But this didn't affect Viola's sleep.
