18: Ain't she a beauty?

I stood there, confused. I mean, it could be other things too, but it could also be the whole thing of his stories disappearing.

“Oh yes, Homer?” he called out

“Yes?” I replied

“Could you please clean my bedroom? It is very messy again.” he sighed

“Okay,” I answered and carried off my supplies.

He asked nicely; he did not bark at me for not adding the ‘sir’ at the end of my response. He was in such a good mood, and it disgusted me. Was it his birthday? Was he going out on a date? Did he hit the jackpot or with the lottery? I had all these thoughts spiralling in my head, wondering why he would suddenly be in such a good mood out of nowhere.

I reached the bedroom and found it as messy as expected. He had clothes thrown everywhere, his bed was not laid, and there was an expected puddle of water in the bathroom. Was he trying to turn his bathroom into a swimming pool or something?

This time, there was something different. There was a laptop on his large messy bed. I walked over to