Chapitre 88: [87] THOMPSON'S FRIENDLY TEXT

EVENING; After a long moment of battling with myself of not calling or texting Steven, whom I just got off the phone minutes ago, I finally won and tossed my phone as I fall back on the bed with my legs stretched to the wall, as I continued looking up at the dazzling light bulbs pondering how my day was and why It suddenly felt strange after Clara had left hours before Magritte and I shopped for the camping trip.

She (Clara) said she had something important to do at home, which was weird because we planned the shopping together and then she suddenly withdrew, leaving me totally puzzled at her sudden change of mind, mood and she suddenly became a total stranger when I mentioned my friends back at London, especially Becca my favorite who has been making promises of visiting New York.