THE DREAM MAN

"I want to change," Elissa moaned.

Ami and Cassie immediately looked at each other. They couldn't understand why she had suddenly come to Cassie's house and sat holding her head like she was stressed.

"Change? Do you want to turn poor like me?" said Ami.

"Or do you want to turn into a corpoLissae slave like me?" said Cassie.

Elissa, leaning her shoulders against the sofa and covering her face with her palms, looked sarcastically at her friends.

"You guys are still sane, right?" she asked.

"We should ask if you're still in your right mind?" Ami scolded.

"Hey, I want to turn into a good wife, you know."

Cassie immediately pressed her palm to Elissa's forehead. "Mi! Hurry up and call a psychiatrist! Our best friend is having a mental love attack!" Cassie shouted.

Ami hurriedly picked up the phone. She dialed the number of Elissa's regular psychiatrist. Elissa, who saw her friends going overboard, became uncomfortable. She tucked Cassie's hand away from her forehead and threw her sandals