Saturday morning, and I'm in the house alone. Phil and Simone went out. I'm not even sure where they went. I didn't ask any questions. I roll over and reach for my phone. Now is a good time to call Tina. That's her name, the Hispanic beauty. I might as well entertain myself with her.
She answers on the first ring.
"Livvy!"
Someone's excited. I love the way Livvy rolls off her tongue with her accent.
"Hi, gorgeous. What's up?"
"Not much. Doing the laundry at the moment. What about you?"
I can listen to her all day. Everything that comes out of her mouth has a little more appeal than normal because of her accent.
"Well, I was hoping I could make it happen with you later. Wanna hang out? You can choose, since I'm new."
"Sounds great. I know the perfect place."
I give her my address, and she promises to be here at 7:00 pm. We chat for a few more minutes, and then she is gone. I'm excited. I'm looking forward to spending time with her.
I go have breakfast, and return to the room. I will put my painting skills to work. It's been a while.
I smile as the thought of Simone crosses my mind. I would love to have her laid out before m so I can paint her. That would be the most beautiful work of art.
Hours later, there is a tap at the door.
"Come in," I call out.
Simone steps in, carrying a burrito, and a can of soda.
"I decided you, at least, need to eat to-"
I snatch them from her hand and sit on the edge of my bed. I nod towards her, gesturing for her to sit. She does.
I stuff my mouth, "thank you."
She doesn't respond. She is too busy checking out my painting. I'm painting a scenery. An open field, surrounded by trees and flowers.
She gets up and goes closer to examine it.
"Livvy, this is beautiful. I didn't know you could paint."
"I try."
"Well, that's a little bit more than just trying. I'm sure you can agree."
"Thank you, Simone. I don't normally show my paintings to anyone."
"Well, I'm glad I barged in."
She gives a little laugh, and the smile that lingers is something to behold. It's something that should be art.
Without thinking, I whisper, "I can paint you."
She didn't answer, maybe she didn't hear what I said.
To change the topic, I say, "got me a date tonight!"
"Wow! That was fast. With the girl from the run?"
"Tina, yes. We are-"
"Well, have fun. See you later."
She is gone. That was quick. What's up with her?
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Olivia
RandomPhillip offers for his lesbian niece to stay with him for a while. His wife was skeptical about it, but soon agrees with her husband's decision. Will Olivia prove to be a pleasant tenant in their home? Will she straighten up, and get things right?
