98- Signs? Crap!

“You are unusually quiet, kitten.” I heard Justin’s low whisper beside me. We came late after wandering around outside and now we were having a scrumptious dinner that Edith made for us.

“Nothing,” I tried to smile and placed a bread piece on his plate, “I have got a busy week ahead, but I need to talk to Sarah too.”

I shared my concern at hand and placed my fork down.

“Then what’s the problem?” he asked me and offered me a cucumber piece that I immediately accepted and opened my mouth.

I chewed it and gobbled it down with my diet coke.

“Time is the real issue. I can’t expect her to come over just to give me explanations. Secondly, Helga said the suitcase might either be with Sarah or it might still be lying in that storeroom. If it’s there I need to check it.”

“Kitten, listen to me. One problem at a time. Please. Just focus on your presentation. I can take you to the mansion in the evenings and bring you back before midnight.”

I looked at him with a frown, “You will do that for me, J