I can hardly write all of this down, I am so upset for my friend, Cari.
Last night her dear friend “James” was driving around in her new car, as he loves to do, and he got into a terrible accident. Don’t worry, he just hit a tree, so no one was hurt, and he was just a little confused following the accident, although how they can tell that is a puzzle. He always seems a little confused to me.
The terrible part is that Cari’s new wheels were totaled in the accident and, far from replacing them, as they should, “James’s” family are accusing Cari of some terrible things! When she stopped by the hospital to visit him, she was served with a restraining order. Apparently “James” does not have a license and should not have been driving. How was Cari supposed to know that? And his family says Cari is a gold-digging little whore, which is not a nice way to refer to their father’s dear, dear friend. They are moving “James” to an undisclosed long term care facility, so poor Cari will never see him again.
Right now she is downstairs just crying and crying. Luckily, Röbert is great at comforting sad girls. And I have a feeling her frown will turn upside down when Mitch gets home tomorrow afternoon.
I’d better go down and check on her. It is so quiet down there, she must have stopped crying.