Approximately five minutes later, when the patience of the three of them was wearing thin, Julie finally sighed.

"I'm sorry, Vivian. But I'm afraid that I can't do this for you."

“Why? Give me a good reason!"

Vivian's outburst was a result of her immaturity. Patience was not a virtue to her.

She questioned Julie in a shrill voice, as if she had forgotten she was talking to her mother who had raised her for twenty years.