Delilah

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I looked on my desk and reached for my phone. "I'm calling Doctor Henly. It's extremely rare that you can find out of office doctors nowadays but Henly is a friend of mine. And don't think that because we're not going to the hospital that we're not still going to talk about what you said out there."
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"You can? Great! Thanks so much Doctor, we'll be here waiting." I set the phone back on the hook and watched my sister lay on my sofa.
"Denise! I'm getting tired of this bee. Why is it even still around you?"
Denise picked up her body to sit up straight on the couch as I watched the bee fly up to my ceiling and float back down to her shoulder.
" I told you D, sweet ole nectar is with me now. He holds the qualities that stay stagnant in me. Sweet ole nectar can fly away and be free, but oh no not me. I always dreamed of flying away." Denise looked outside of the window I always leave open for fresh air to make its way through.
"That's beautiful Denise, but people just don't walk around with bee's on their shoulders naming them shit like 'sweet ole nectar'."
Denise layed her hand out to her shoulder so the bee could hop on. " Well I ain't everybody Delilah."