"Mrs. Moore is exhausted. She asked you to pick her up in a wheelchair."

Louis kept repeating those sentences as he walked. His footsteps were fast. Either because he was afraid he would forget the task or he couldn't wait to see the party. When he passed through the living room, someone called him from the sofa.

"Louis, are you going to the party?" Bryan put away the phone he had been playing with and then stood up.

Seeing the man he was looking for, Louis' eyes widened. "Bryan, why are ...