"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.
Sam:
"All right then dislike," Sam acquiessed. "There was nothing close to like
or friendship though, at least not that I could see. So, don't go counting
on us becoming good buddies anytime soon." She finished her own drink and
stood up to stretch. "Why don't we just hire someone to go clean the place
out," she suggested, "or better yet, just leave it to the squirrels, if
they'll have it."
Sam
