Essay on A Speech On The Day Of Dinner Had Been A Million Years Long
After getting home and getting out of the car, I felt so worn out that sickness was inevitable. Keeping my eyelids open was going to be a challenge, especially seeing that Ana was now invited over and she would be a bundle of energy until the latest possible time.
Yawning, I opened the door. I almost didn 't want Ana over so I could catch up on resting... for the first time in a week.
"Flower, do you think that you are too tired for tonight?" asked my father, carefully folding up his green scarf to put it back on its glass display. "I could call your visit with Ana off, if that is what you think is best, you know."
"I 'm fine," I answered. "I just need to relax. And as for the exhaustion, it 's nothing a little caffeine can 't fix, right?"
He thought for a second before answering, still concerned. "Correct, just... do not wear yourself too thin, is that alright?"
I nodded. "Yeah, yeah, it 's fine." I took off my green sash and began to wind it up, planning on putting in my father 's glass display. Tod was the only member of the aristocracy who took his scarf out on a daily basis. Most of the others probably thought it was just rude.
'Knock! Knock! Knock! ' we heard from the front door. Well, it looked like there wasn 't going to be any time at all for caffeine.
"I 'll get the door!" answered my father, running up and doing so.
"Sallo, there!" said Anastasia, standing there with a grin on her face.
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