Lloyd gave blood at school today. I don’t think that’s a good idea. He got woozy coming up the stairs from the basement and claimed he was ‘too tired’ to help with dinner.
Hmmph.
He passed out on the couch, waking only to ask me to text Sam and tell him he couldn’t meet him for a beer. Sam’s reply texts added up to: Hmmph.
Keep your blood in your veins, Lloyd.