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There were only two things Retta Majors truly hated: (1) low-rise jeans and (2) people who smugly corrected anyone who misidentified Frankenstein as the monster.
“All right, so this crisis—” “I wouldn’t call it a crisis per se,” Retta said. “You left me a two-minute voice mail.” “Yes, but I’ve had time to process it, and I’m fine now.”
Mood
right choice seemed obvious. “The thing is, I don’t want to seem bothered,” Retta said. “You left me a two-minute voice mail,” her friend repeated. “As I said, I was in shock.”
Besides, she was a woman with a lot to be proud of: she was a business owner, someone who flossed daily, and she once used a meditation app for fourteen days straight.
He looked down at his own clothes. “Understandable mistake. We’re practically twins.”
“Okay, we can forget it. Let’s try this again,” Duncan said, straightening his posture. “It’s nice to meet you, Retta…for the very first time in my entire life.” She snorted. “Welcome to the neighborhood.”
“Please eat something.” In one swift motion, Anthony grabbed the pastries still in Duncan’s hand and placed them in his mouth. “I meant literally anything else.”
“But on a serious note”, Gwen looked around, “time well spent. And Mom and Dad can’t stop bragging.” “I’m sure you’ll get some award soon and oust me as their favorite child.” “Oh, I know,” she said. “I’m throwing you a bone in the meantime.”
What a cute sibling relationship
She unwrapped the small gift to reveal colorful Post-it notes. The same ones she’d been leaving on his and the team’s cars for the past weeks. Retta cracked a smile, and he relaxed a bit. “I thought you might’ve been running low,” he said.
he's so adorable :(
“What’re you doing?” she asked. “Getting you that bird.” Her breathing faltered. “You don’t have to do that.” “I know.”
“An athlete?” Kym asked, her eyes widened. “That’s a choice.”
looool
“It’s one hundred percent professional…” She folded her hands in front of her on the counter. “But I did lick his face.”
“There could be a live possum in there and you wouldn’t know,” Duncan said. “His name is Terrance.” “What?” Duncan asked. “The live possum in my refrigerator? His name is Terrance.”
