Bad weather

Joey waved his hand at us before sauntering inside.

Harold and I walked side by side towards the car as I thought of making a stupid conversation.

"Why didn't you build yourself a big mansion like Mr Armstrong's?" I was just curious and I very well know the word curiosity doesn't exist in my vocabulary but still.

For a while there was no reply and I thought that he just ignored me like he always does but then he opened his mouth.

"A man needs a family to stay in mansion.... you know a mansion should be full of people..... family and I'm all..... alone, I don't think I need a mansion. My house is perfect for me." He said with a hint of sadness.

"Don't worry!" I tried to console him. "Find a girl and make a family, you know the process right or should I explain...." I faltered as he shot me a glare.

Oh...uh.

Shut up Naomi..... shut your damn mouth.

Harold reached the car and opened the door before sitting inside the driver seat. I walked around the car and opened the door to the back se