Page 49 of Untying the Knot
“Do that on purpose, did you?”
“No, actually. It just worked out well for me.” She tucks her hair behind her ears. “If you want the claim tickets, you know what you need to do.”
Of course . . . give her my tongue.
As I stomp up the stairs, I run the conversation through my head. The pain in her eyes, the irritation, the anger building between us at such a rapid rate that I’m not sure there is any possibility of stopping it.
She dislikes me.
And right now, I think the sentiment is shared.
She’s mad at me for what I’ve done in the past.
I’m mad about what she’s doing now.
There’s no Switzerland, no one to help us moderate the pain and frustration.
So rather than fix it . . . it’s only building now.
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Ryot:Plans have changed. The battleground lines have been drawn.
Banner:What are you talking about?
Penn:Did we have plans today? Dude, I can’t keep up with this schedule.
Nola:Why am I on a text thread with Penn?
Penn:Hey, Nola. Can you send me more of that pancake mix from that lobster place?
Nola:The Lobster Landing? No. You don’t deserve any.
Penn:I told you I was sorry about the house paint comment. Okay? It was years ago. You’re still holding it against me?
Nola:I will always hold that against you.
Ryot:Hey, hello! I’m the one who needs some help. Take up your vendettas with each other on another text thread.
Penn:Do you have a vendetta against me, Nola?
Nola:No, just a distaste for you in my mouth.
Banner:When has Penn ever been in your mouth?
Ryot:Jesus Christ.
Nola:NEVER!
Penn:Dude, I know I’ve fucked around, but never with your sister. Anyway, she’s happily married.
Nola:Thanks for pointing out the obvious to my brothers.
Penn:Just trying to be a white knight is all . . . does that get me the pancake mix now?
Nola:NO!
Ryot:Enough with the pancake mix.
