88) Empty Head
Edward
It was late in the evening when the house bell rang indicating someone was at the front door. I quickly walked over to it hoping it was Vasili, but instead a short man wearing a valet uniform stood there with a nervous smile.
"Good evening sir. I was asked to drop off the Porsche to this address," he smiled as he handed me over the car keys. When I looked behind him, Vasilis Porsche stood in my drive way whilst another car stood behind it which I figured was someone to take the driver home.
"Thank you," I took the keys from him and bid him Goodnight. I climbed into the car to park it in the garage as I felt anger course through my veins. It was not anger directed to Vasili but myself. If I had never blamed him he would be here, instead all I got in return was his car.