"No way?!" Rowdy Brightwill's surprised voice came through.
After a moment, Belinda Nichols squeezed out a word from between her teeth, "No."
Flossie Wright raised an eyebrow slightly.
No?
As if.
Belinda Nichols was picky with food to the point of driving everyone mad.
Of course, she could eat all kinds of compressed biscuits and the food Flossie Wright baked, but generally, the vibe while eating was a bit chilly.
"What's going on?"
Thinking for a moment, Flossie Wright pushed the door open and went in.
The two people in the room immediately looked toward the door.
Belinda Nichols was sitting on the bed, with a white towel draped over her head. Rowdy Brightwill was standing next to her, holding several boxes of various sizes, all filled with medications.
"Oh," Rowdy Brightwill was the first to react, explaining, "She was practicing diving at night and accidentally caught a cold. She got some abrasions when I pulled her up."
