Jeff and Sally encounter?!?!
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Jeff was minding his own business; making dinner for the household. He had expected everyone to be in the den or their own rooms. So of course he jumped in fear seeing Sally seemingly appear out of nowhere on the countertop.
"Jesus Christ, Sally. I least make some noise next time." Jeff said, holding his heart. Sally giggled while Jeff tried to recover from his heart attack.
"Can I watch you cook?" Sally squeaked. She was exceptionally happy this evening. Jeff snickered lightly and nodded his head.
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Jeff was still cooking. This meal wasn't cooperating and neither were his hands. He was getting frustrated. He got even more frustrated when he slipped up and sliced his finger with the knife.
"OW! Jesus Christ, that fucking hurt." Jeff sucked through his teeth, quickly sucking on his small wound. While grabbing a towel sheet (or paper towel, napkin, whatever you call them..) He happened to knock over a bowl full of his best work: diced tomatoes.
"ugh....Jesus Christ." He sighed, cleaning up the mess.
"Why do you say that so much?" Sally questioned, balancing on the counter and hopping to the other. Jeff sighed.
"Say what?"
"Jesus Christ. Do you even believe in Jesus?"
"No."
"So why do you call him so much?"
"Force of habit?"
Sally twisted her lips; but not in confusion, in disbelief. Jeff shook her off and continued to clean up his mess.
About an hour later, after everyone was done eating, Sally slipped into Jeff's room while he cleaned up dinner.
There was no sign of any sort of belief in Jeff's room. A torn up bible was probably the closest thing Sally was gonna find. Though, there were certain pages that weren't scribbled on, drawn over, or ripped out.
"Pslams.." Sally read to herself. She enthusiastically put the book back in its original place and ran to her room.
Her next encounter with Jeff will be a fun one....
