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.