Chapter Thirty five

Opening the door, she found Donald sleeping soundly on the bed. She sat on the bed leaning towards his face and flicked his ears giggling. Donald opened his eyes and screamed moving away from her. "What the hell! You scared me. You look like a zombie" he said catching his breathe. Helma laughed touching the mask on her face. "See who us scared of a real life zombie now" she teased.

Helma smiled sweetly at Donald and he found it suspicious. "what is going on?" Supporting his hands with a pillow. "thank you so much Donald, I don't know what to say. Thank you helping me clear my debts. It has been a huge burden since I left college" she appreciated sincerely. Donald chuckled resting his head on the bed frame."was that enough reason to wear a zombie mask and scare me out of my sleep?" He asked raising his eyebrows.

Helma hissed and tossed him the pillow beside her. "I didn't mean to. I am very grateful and thankful to you. And this is a beauty mask. It is not a zombie mask" she