"Nah-uh."
"Yes.
"No."
"Yes."
"No!"
"Yes! That, oh! That English bastard totally was asking for it!" I strangled Felicia's throw pillow, while she munched on her fruit salad.
"Ha, ha, well, Joan, and Mary took care of that. But what are YOU going to do? He's going to have you alone at some point."
She had a point. I knew he wouldn't hurt me or do anything to my person, but he would find ways to tick me off, and throw me off guard. I had to do the same.
"Can't I just kick him in the balls?" I groaned, and dug my face into the pillow, "it worked in high school!"
Felicia put her bowl down on the coffee table, then snatched the pillow from my arms.
"Big sister, it's time you used your charms."
Brushing my hair out of my eyes, I shook my head wondering what she meant. "Like a vodoo necklace, or something?"
She rolled her eyes, "No!" The pillow was flung at my head, then she continued, "I'm talking about how to get to him, before he gets to you."
"Yes, and how is that going to happen?!"
His lips now are the only thing I see when I think of him, and the thought makes me weak. Weak!
"You take control of the situation, Lani. He touches your face, touch his. It's a bit like copy-cat, only you make sure to drop the mood before he does."
"That sounds pretty wicked."
"Well, I've been called a witch." She smiled proudly, grabs her fork, stabs a melon slice, then brings it to her lips. "Just make sure to drop the mood, Lani, this tactic can kind of heat things up fast."
"I'm going to ignore that creepy glare you're giving me." I stand up and get my keys, "I'll see you later, okay? I promised to take the girls out after work. Part of the deal."
"Where to? Remember today is mom's BBQ party-thing she is doing for her clients" She asked while picking up the bowl. I waved, then reminded her that if she doesn't show up, and leaves me alone there to deal with our pushy mother, that I was going to kill her.
"How can this day get any more exciting?" I mumbled while walking out her house.
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Mr. Wallis
RomansaLania had been pen pals with an old gentleman from across seas in the United Kingdom, writing him for years till he becomes deeply ill. The last letter she received had a big THANK YOU, and she wrote back saying her own farewell. Expecting a final...
