The Art of Hating You
She was curled into a death grip on a futon, shaking with fear, head buried in Austin's chest.
“There is a Cockroach!” She cried
Austin said, desperation creeping into her voice, “Ms. Hovsepian, please STOP!” THERE ARE NO MORE cockroaches here.
Sara didn't budge, however. She was screaming again, chest of Austin muffled. "Cockroach!
Austin exhaled and managed to keep calm. "There is NO cockroach, Ms. Hovsepian. You are safe.
Sara just shook her head, Eyes still closed. "No, nah, nah. I saw it. It was so big and ugly.