"Oww..." Emma covered her face with her hand unable to bear the bright light. "Close 'em!" she shouted.
"Hmm..." Harold sat beside her and checked her face, fixing her hair that was all over her face. "The bruise on your face got healed. What about the bruise to your ego? I heard that the lumberjack didn't call you?"
He then wiped his hand on the sheets. "Eww! Your hair... you really need a shower, sis!" He looked at the nasty sheet with disgust, "And a new sheet."
"Get lost!" Emma gritted her teeth and turned to show her back to Harold. "If he hears that you visited me, he won't come for me. Just leave," she waved her hand. "It's not like I like to stay in this stink. It is necessary."
"Necessary?" Harold chuckled. "Why?"
"He hasn't sent my Thanksgiving pocket money yet. And I call him every day, but he doesn't answer. If I-"
