Wendy had arrived home half an hour before Larissa. By now, she was already in her loungewear and watching TV, slouching on the sofa. In her arms, she held a bag of potato chips that they bought from the supermarket last night.

In comparison to Kevan who was busy in the kitchen, she seemed very relaxed.

Approaching Wendy with Lewis' and Marilyn's coats, Larissa kicked her under the coffee table. She hissed with displeasure, "Can't you go and help out?"

Wendy winced in pain and withdrew her