She walked to the door of my room and saw that my things were still there. She frowned and asked, "Didn't I tell you to vacate your room yesterday? My brother is coming tomorrow. How will he sleep in your room?"
I spread my hands, sat down and said, "Book a hotel for him. I don't have much time recently."
Her expression turned from gloomy to bright, "Alright, then remember to book him a five-star hotel. He's very picky."
I turned around and said, "He is your brother."
Her smile froze, "What do you mean?"
I repeated patiently, "He is your brother. You book him in whatever hotel you want."
She was so angry that she trembled all over, then slammed the door and left again.
Queena didn't come back until after eight o'clock, reeking of alcohol.
She threw the gift bag in her hand over and said arrogantly, "Take it. You've wanted it for a long time.
"It cost me more than two hundred dollars. By the way, I want that new Chanel bag. You haven't bought me a bag in two months.
"Also, I want to eat noodles tomorrow morning. You remember to cook it for me."