"Amanda Jenkins!" Lucas Griffin suddenly stood up, "I order you to come out and die immediately!"
His tightly drawn, handsome face was full of anxious expressions.
It seemed like he was the only one in the room, but he could feel that Amanda Jenkins had not left.
The air was mixed with her scent and the smell of alcohol.
Lucas Griffin groped in the darkness with his hands, clumsily stumbling around the room for the first time since he had gone blind.
"Amanda Jenkins!" Lucas raged, "Get the hell out here!"
At that moment, Amanda was curled up under the table... asleep.
Yes, asleep!
She had finally achieved her goal for the evening, to stop thinking and just sleep deeply.
The sound of Lucas knocking over chairs and tables, as well as his yelling, eventually woke Amanda up.
"Umm..." Amanda stretched a hand out from under the table, "I am here, right here, under the table…"
