"You don't seem much on your legs...Look at you. Unkempt hair, dark circles, puffed up eyes. This was never the Ron I knew." She said. It could have meant to hit a lot deeper but then she accompanied it with a feeble smile. Making it more or less, casual.
He huffed and shook his head, "I was never the Ron you knew."
Following this, was a massive Lego block of silence which kept coming under his foot.
"I am sorry for the halloween night. I was a little uncouth to you."
She nodded, "a little."
No matter how much he wanted to believe it was sarcasm, but it felt honest. Every bit.
"I was drunk, no doubt. But that won't give me the excuse of yelling at you." He added.
"Never mind," she beamed sadly, "I don't remember it that way. It's fine."
Was she really just being nice for a few moments? Or, was Shawn's dough the reason?
Ron mentally slapped himself, he couldn't trust himself further by being so negative.
He felt the sweat beads around his forehead.
The gazillion moments they spent together. Shawn. The cheating. Eleanor's wounds. Kylie. The Halloween. The kiss up at Eleanor's attic. Chris. Leona. The unconscious Eleanor in the hospital. Billy. The envelop in his table behind his back.
All these thoughts weren't heating up nicely in the cauldron. Probably forming a dire potion.
Before he could take no more, he spoke, "Leona, what's in that envelop?"
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Oh, Eleanor
Teen FictionHighest ranking : #3 in FICTION HER EXISTANCE HAS ALWAYS BEEN A SECRET *Cover by Ann-a-belle
