Page 153 of A Lie in Church
“Is Chloe okay?”
“She is sleeping. She is not feeling too well.”
“I will send Morris to come over and take her to the hospital.”
“It’s just a headache. She is lying here, snoring. Don’t worry about her.”
“I don’t snore,” I said in a low tone.
“I have never heard her snore.”
I smiled when I heard him say that.
“You still owe me a hello.”
“Hello, Belvina.”
“Better. Bye, Tristan.” She ended the call. “He’s so sweet,” she said, throwing my phone at me.
“Did he sound angry?” I asked, picking up my phone.
“No,” she said, walking to the kitchen.
I closed my eyes and allowed the sleep to take me.
I woke up later on the sofa. I looked around for Vina but didn’t find her.
“Vina?” I called, standing up and stretching my arms.
“Yes, in the kitchen!”
I shuffled to the kitchen, yawning.
“I heard you snore. I’m not lying,” she said as I took a seat at the island.
I grabbed two cookies from the jar in the middle and ate noisily.
“Tristan called, like, multiple times.”
“Did you answer it?”
“No.”
“Good,” I said, taking more cookies.
“Hungry?” she asked, placing a bowl of salsa sauce in front of me. She brought out a bag of Paqui tortilla chips.
“Yes,” I moaned.
“What time is it?” I asked.
“Almost seven p.m.”
“Do you think Tristan is still seeing the mother of his child? I wonder what happened between them. I didn’t even know he was married before,” I rambled.
“Give me your phone,” Vina demanded.
I pushed it toward her, and she picked it up.