"Right here." Marceline Anne was happy with the placement of her piano. "Thank you!"
"You're welcome, ma'am!" One of the delivery men panted.
"My husband will show you out."
Malcolm showed the men out as she went to the piano. She took a can of Lysol spray that she had in every room and disinfected the piano.
Malcolm coughed as he returned to the living room. "That's a lot."
"Just cleaning." She set the can back in its original spot.
"Are we going back to the library now?"
"Yes. Well not right now."
"Where are we going or what are we doing?"
"We're going to Best Buy to buy TVs."
"TVs?"
"Yes. One goes in here, one goes in the den and my TV is going in our room and one is going in the basement. I think we should get one for our sitting room but that might be too much."
"It's too much."
"Okay. Only three. We also need the screen and projector for the theater."
"Alright. Best Buy it is."
She beamed at him.
M-
"I can help you pack." Mercedes Catherine offered.
"Thank you." Marceline Anne sat a box on a chair. She built it then began taking books from the bookcases.
"What do you want me to pack?"
"Um...? Can you roll up my clothes?"
"Roll up your clothes?" Mercedes Catherine frowned and cocked her head.
"Yeah. It's supposed to pack easier but honestly I'm just going to put them in trash bags."
"Trash bags?! Designer does not go in trash bags!"
Marceline Anne giggled. "One, they're just clothes. Two, why have more boxes when we're just going a few streets over? Also if those boxes break, my clothes are not going to be all over the ground!"
"I know that's right! Okay, I'll put them in trash bags."
"Thank you." Marceline Anne and Mercedes Catherine got to work.
"Are you scared about tryouts tomorrow?"
"What?" Marceline Anne wasn't listening.
"Tryouts. For cheer. Then we turn around and have to audition for glee. What song have you picked?"
"I haven't." Marceline Anne admitted.
"You haven't picked a song yet?!"
"Nope."
"I have mine all picked out."
"What is it?" Marceline Anne knew what it was.
"Respect by Ms. Aretha."
"Knew it." Marceline Anne shook her head.
Mercedes Catherine made a growling noise. "What's so wrong about that?!"
"Who said anything's wrong with it?"
"You said "knew it" like you knew I wouldn't come up with something better."
"No, I said "knew it" like I knew you were going to say that."
Mercedes Catherine was hurt. "Why don't you like my song?"
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Morphine
Romance"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...
