“You’re really okay?”
My gaze roved over the kitchen, taking in the details, as I gave him my assurances.
“Better than ever. I kind of made some friends,” I said.
My eyes settled on their dining room table. There was a stack of money, wrapped with a paper band just as the money in the lunchbox had been. Beside the money, plain as day, was the dark gray metal of a handgun.
My attention caught by the gun, I only barely caught my dad’s question.
“What are they like?”
“They seem like good people,” I lied.
(с) Worm, Wildbow
Пока очень даже неплохо. Учитывая, что отец всё ещё в больнице, а ебучие соседи шумят с 6 вечера до 6 утра, я развлекаю себя, как могу. Отвлекает неплохо, пока глаза не начинают вываливаться.