"..." Quincy Forest found herself at a loss for words to describe Jane Sampson, simply shook her head, and then said, "I ordered two fruit platters. We can play cards and have some fruits. It's really unfortunate that you can't go out these days, otherwise, we could go shopping or watch a movie, anything really."
"In another two days the media here should mostly be gone, and they probably won't expect me to stay here for such a long time," Jane Sampson said. "Let's hang out in a couple of days."
"Just two hours, what's there to plan? You have to go back at ten thirty in the morning and four thirty in the afternoon to cook for your Mr. Black. It's Coco and I who have made plans," Quincy Forest complained about Jane Sampson.
Jane Sampson smiled, showing her small white teeth, didn't argue, linked arms with Quincy Forest, called for Coco Edwards, and sat down next to the workbench. The group started to tidy up the things on the table, and the card table was thus freed up.
