“Did you call him?” Angela entered my room with her lips’ corners turned down. She didn’t look particularly happy. On the contrary, she looked extremely nervous and totally worried.
“I did.” She said, The tone of her voice told me she probably had the same strange feeling in her guts from this meeting as I had.
“When will he come?” I asked her. She narrowed her lips into a thin line, quite reluctant to answer my question.
“I think we should go to see everyone.” Her refusal to answer my question made me worried and my stomach almost turned around, making me feel really sick. I didn’t argue with her, nor did I try to convince her to tell me. She turned around right away and headed out of my room, and I simply followed her.
“We might have a little problem.” She said the moment we entered
