[PTL Game] Marrissa, Sam: Home

[m_morgan]

"I doubt she hates you, Sam." Reese countered with a crooked grin and finishing the sandwich "She doesn't come across as a person to hate someone without first getting to know them and having a very good reason not to.  Like...... a mass murderer for killing innocent kids or something."   Marrissa looked at her friend and nudged her "Well, let's turn in and be ready, bright-eyed and bushy tailed for the morning.  We're going to need it."   Neither one of them had really slept from the night before so going to bed, at least to her, wasn't a bad sounding idea.