SEVEN: Arlan’s Teachings

Rohan

“One moment you’re all defensive and suddenly you’re not? What is wrong with you Rohan?” Arlan releases a long sigh.

“Nothing.” Choosing to avoid Arlan’s gaze, I stand and leave to my bedroom.

I’ve had a long day, one I hope to end well some alone peace and probably a breath of fresh air later.

The trauma of being stained with cake parfait and the criminal openly denying it still annoys me.

However that won’t stop me from having parfaits, never.

Sighing hard, I sink into the soft sheets, closing my eyes almost immediately, as if that will help me unsee the images in my head.

About a minute later, I sit up and pull off the shirt, feeling grateful that Arlan did not notice it, I then take a quick shower.

How was I supposed to tell Arlan I had been shoved by a woman who openly denied her actions and that same woman is the one I’m supposed to endorse?

Oh hell no, I will be crazy to give my approval to that.

That is bound to go into laundry later. I drop the cloth into a laundry ba