"W-what are you still doing here?" Joanna felt like slapping her mouth on noticing that she was still stuttering.
The man shifted his gaze from the bottle of whiskey to the face of the lady standing in front of me.
"So how was the cat that made you unable to sleep? Did you manage to catch it after chasing it for a whole night?" Mr Anderson asked, his cold stares centred on Joanna's face.
Joanna stared at the man not knowing what to make out of his question.
[Does this mean he thinks I was out there chasing a cat.... but how is that even possible....]
"Why aren't you answering?" He demanded.
When she couldn't come up with a reason her father would ask her such a question Joanna decided to play along.
"The cat was surely a stubborn one," Joanna started. "I spent almost an entire night trying to keep it under control," The way she confidently said those words would make so many people believe it to be true.
