After hanging up, Clara Grant felt she was being a little neurotic. Cherie had only asked if she wanted to talk to him, and she had gotten so scared she'd hung up!
She wondered if he would be angry again after she so bluntly refused to talk with him. 'Tch. What does he have to be angry about? Maybe he didn't even want to talk to me in the first place.'
'Besides, we really have nothing to talk about.'
'But... he has been pretty good to me. Whatever his reasons, he's helped me out a lot.'
'But I've already thanked him for all the things he's helped me with, haven't I?'
Clara Grant's mind was a tangled mess, jumping from one thought to the next. With an annoyed grunt, she collapsed onto her bed.
Her feet restlessly thrashed about a few times with a THUMP, THUMP, THUMP, but her mind wouldn't calm down in the slightest.
