Chapter 20

• After assisting Alita with dry-cleaning her milk-smudged clothes, Sarah escorted her back to the living room. She was seated in the living room, only wearing a bra and panties.
• "Alita," Sarah said, calling out. The reason why Alita had drunk herself to oblivion had baffled her for some time. She did this a lot when she couldn't deal with a difficult situation at the time. Sarah, on the other hand, couldn't come up with anything to justify Alita's actions. "Can you tell me how many fingers I have up?" Sarah asked, holding up two fingers in front of Alita's face.
• Alita drew her gaze upwards to the fingers in the air in front of her and smiled. She squinted and mentally counted the numbers, not entirely confident that she had them correct. "Two fingers," she mumbled sarcastically. "Perhaps," she said, just to be on the safe side.