“Lisa, I don’t think I want to meet Bruce just yet,” Meret whined as Lisa tried to pull her out of bed.

“Oh, come on, Meret. It’s been days,” Lisa said, tugging harder. “You shouldn’t be rotting away in here because of Bruce. And yes, he’s my friend, but I’ll still tell you the truth. This is the third time he’s taken her out to train, and you just want to sit here and sulk instead of showing up?”

“He’s taking her to train, not me,” Meret grumbled, slipping back ...