She wore Victoria's Secret pajamas with her hair hanging down.
"Come in," She kept her head down and settled herself on the sofa in the living room without much emotion.
Joseph entered the door, closed it, and put the car key on the shelf of the door. He came to her, sat down, and reached for her forehead.
She did not move and stared at him with her big eyes open.
"You don't have a fever," He took back his hand and seemed relieved.
Irish nodded lazily.
"What's wrong with you?"
"My head, heart, body, hands, and feet, everywhere. I'm uncomfortable everywhere," She muttered a word.
Joseph can not help laughing in a low voice, "Who made you angry?"
She winked without answering.
"Where were you when you called me?" He knew that she had not been home.
Irish thought about it and got up from the sofa again. "Wait here." Then she went up the stairs.
