Meg was sitting at the jikoni meza, jedwali with a glass of red wine when someone rang the bell. She ignored it, but the visitor wouldn’t leave. When Meg could no longer pretend she didn’t hear the incessant knocking, she stood and staggered to the hallway. She opened the door and gazed at Jo, had a bag with her.
“Can I come in?” Jo asked and without waiting for an invitation she entered the house and walked past Meg. “I’ll take this to the spare room. Don’t worry, I’ll find it myself” She walked to the stairs and left Meg somewhat stunned.
She checked a few rooms, until she found the guest room. She put her bag on the kitanda and unpacked, when the door opened and Meg entered.
“What are wewe doing here?” she asked lifeless.
“Dean and Sam are gone” Jo said, while she hung her clothes in the closet. “I sent them to Texas, to my mom. She owns a café over there now”
“Cool story” Meg ametoa maoni dry. “Why didn’t wewe go with them? It’s your mother”
“I thought someone had to stay here, to make sure wewe were okay” Jo explained.
“I can take care of myself” Meg replied.
“That’s what Dean said” Jo continued. “But I beg to differ. Look, Meg, wewe just Lost your boyfriend. wewe can’t be alright. Just let me help you”
Meg shook her head. She didn’t want anyone’s help.
“Did wewe eat anything yet?” Jo asked casual.
“I’m not hungry” Meg mumbled.
“Well, I’m starving” Jo replied. “And I hate eating alone, so I’ll just have to persuade wewe with my cooking skills”
“I alisema I’m not hungry” Meg repeated fierce. “And I don’t need your help nor do I want it”
Jo cast her a smile as she walked past her on her way out.