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-- SCARLETT BLANCHARD --
Saturday, August 12, 10:50 AM
Saturday morning.
In my room.
Just me . . .
and Harper and Ethan making love on the canopy bed.
I love watching them do it. The way Harper rolls on top and dangles her hair in his eyes and mouth. The way Ethan presses his fingertips into her shoulders so she'll lean closer and kiss him, with tongue, just as her hair swings free of his mouth.
"Scarlett?" my mother knocks on the door.
"Yeah?" i click the TV off and grab a book from the bedside table.
She comes in, a pile of fresh towels propped up on one hand like a tray-carrying waiter. "For your bathroom" she says, making her way in there.
"Uh-huh." i flip the book open to the middle and pretend to read.
"What's on your agenda today?" she asks.
Since i don't feel like explaining, i just shrugged and turned the page.
"You can always put in a few hours at the nursing home."
Volunteering on a Saturday?
No way! Is she crazy!
I fake a smile that tells her to leave. Thankfully, she does.
My agenda, as she calls it, has been the same for every Saturday morning this summer.
Sleep in till nine.
Shower, dress, and breakfast until 9:45.
Watch Friday's TiVo'd episode of Sands In Time (since I'm busy volunteering at the hospital on Friday afternoons), taking full advantage of the extra thirty-minute window I've left open to rewind the juicy parts.
Tame down my frizzy hair with a few squirts of spray gel (this needs to be done hourly) and apply a fresh coat of lipstick. (Nude Glow - my favorite shade)
And then, just before 11, i fetch a tall, freezer-chilled glass of raspberry iced tea, my mother's pair of pearl-plated-bird-watching binoculars and do a stopover at the mirror on the way to my bedroom window.
Since it's about time now, i hustle through the preparations and then take position in front of the window to watch Him mow the lawn next door. To watch those calves.
I love his calves.
Dirty and sun-bronzed, the most adorable wisps of short, honey-colored hair that make Capital C's inverted J's at the front and back of his legs.
The look-out-David, Michelangelo-sculpted cuts.
Him = Jace Ford.
The one, I truly believe, I was put on this Earth to be with, to make real, live Soap-Opera love with. Except, he's my best friend Aria's boyfriend.
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