"Is this a joke Frodd." Ava was stern, and her eyes weary strained . This Saturday was her worst one yet. She hadn't rested, and it didn't even look like she would soon. Racheal was resting, with Alfred , sitting close to her. The doctors had said she would get a scan later. She came here for Racheal, not Frodd.
Aggravated by his arrival, Ava walked towards where he lay. Her gait was slow, and measured.
"We were supposed to meet by 7pm at my lounge Frodd, not here. Why are you here?"
Frodd saw Ava was tired, and clearly upset. He knew he had to pick his response to avoid anything that make her change her mind about their date tonight.
"I had an accident Ava," Frodd's tone was relaxed. It was easy to get her attention this way, than if it sounded accusing "A drunken driver hit me from the rear. He had entered the express from a street, and flaunted traffic lights. The cops arrested him immediately, and 911 brought me here."
"So you weren't hurt"
