Mercedes Catherine knocked on Marceline Anne's door at eight forty five. "Marcy? You didn't come down for breakfast. Are you alright?"
Marceline Anne didn't usually eat breakfast but sometimes she sat in the kitchen with Mercedes Catherine and Mrs. Gonzales and watched them eat.
The door opened. "I'm fine. Let's go."
"Are you sure?"
"Yeah. I'm fine." And Marceline Anne was. She'd just slept in. But now she was ready. "Let's go."
"Okay. Is Malcolm coming or is this a girls trip again?"
"I figured it can just be the four of us."
"Four of us?" Mercedes Catherine blinked.
"You said you talked." Marceline Anne patted her shoulder before leaving her room and starting down the stairs. "Let him walk that walk! Come on, buttercup!"
M-
"We're starting at a mattress store?" Michael the Fourth parked in the parking lot.
"Yup." Malcolm looked out the window as he unbuckled his seatbelt.
"What are you going to do with your mattresses if you get all new ones?" Michael turned the car off.
"I can ask her."
They got out and went to the entrance to the store. The girls were in the front, reading a standing sign.
"Hey!" The boys came up behind them.
"Hey." The girls didn't turn.
Malcolm looked around his wife then snuck a kiss to her cheek. She swatted him. "That's what you get for ignoring me."
She said nothing until she blinked and faced him, hitting him in the process. "I was reading!"
"It took all of your concentration?"
"It was a lot and the writing is tiny! I can't read without-...!"
"Without what? Your glasses?"
She blushed. "Who told you that?! So what?!"
"I saw your eyeglass case on your nightstand, you wear them at work and you keep squinting like all the time."
"Well fine. Now you know."
"Were you going to keep it from me?" He joked.
"I can keep a secret."
"She can keep a secret." Mercedes Catherine agreed.
Malcolm pulled a face. "I wear glasses, too."
"You do?" The girls were shocked into blinking.
"Yes. Most of our extended family does and the entirety of our immediate family does."
Mercedes Catherine turned to Michael. "You wear glasses?"
Michael nodded. "I do."
"Our family's blind, too! I can't see anything without my glasses!"
He chuckled. "Do you even know what I look like?"
"Probably not."
"How much do you need your glasses?" Malcolm just thought of something.
"I don't." Marceline Anne turned from him.
"She's blinder than a dog watching Inside Out." Mercedes Catherine told him.
"Excuse you?!"
Michael snickered.
Malcolm frowned. "Why are you driving around without your eyes?!"
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Morphine
Roman d'amour"I can feel you; just like a drug..." Marceline Anne Taylor-Jones is what one would call a bad girl. She does what she wants when she wants because she wants. Malcolm Chang is what one would call a good boy. He follows the rules and does what's requ...
