CHAPTER SIXTY-FIVE
AUTHOR'S POV
"Are you sure you didn't smoke something before leaving your house this morning? I can surely smell some toxic odor emanating from your brain." Tarella said, wondering just how deep her mental instability was. Or did she sniff something? Like the drug addicts? She was beginning to suspect that Roxanne's problem had gone beyond memory loss for she had begun to spurt nonsense as if her brain were to be in her anus.
