I confess that I was considerably startled by the freshly formed temper of my best friend who then was sitting on the passenger seat of his Mc Larne, pouting and thinking with his head bent to the chest―as though contemplating over the facts of some murder mystery. It had been two days for he had spoken anything about the ‘incident’ at the cottage or anything in general for he had become anything but himself lately. The chirpy, chummy friend that I once knew was lost somewhere in the turmoil of emotions and questions that one would ask oneself in circumstances like those we were experiencing, and the outcome was terrifying.
“We have reached!” I announced in a gruff voice. My patience was taking the best out of me for the mere realization of facing an exam in a quarter to a minute or
