Megan opened the door slowly, hoping with

Megan opened the door slowly, hoping with all her might that it wouldn't squeak. Mrs. Gordling was harsh at the best of times, but she might just blow a gasket if she caught Megan
meticulously picking out the pistachios from the bowl of nuts on the coffee table in the lounge room. Mrs Gordling had mentioned to Megan her love of mixed nuts during their
weekly game of charades. "PISS!" Megan shouted. Mrs. Gordling pointed to her nose & nodded, then pointed to Mr. Gordling's upper lip. "MUSTACHE! PISS MUSTACHE! PISTACHIOS!"
"No," said Mrs Gordling, "it's GUACAMOLE! " Megan felt a red mist descend behind her eyelids. This was the LAST TIME the infernal Gordlings tricked her at charades. She picked up a
a scoop of wasabi and mashed into Mrs. Gordling's face. "THAT'S GUACAMOLE!" Megan then flipped the coffee table sending charade cards flying. "Come on Steve, we're leaving."
Mrs Gordling touched her face and then licked the dip from her fingers. "Tasty!" Megan pulled Steve by the sleeve toward the door. "Hey Megan don't go wigging out on me now!"
"Mrs Gordling is seriously freaking me out, Steve!" Megan said with a serious look in her eye, "we need to find an excuse to leave." Steve wanted Megan to like him, so.he went back
and shot Mrs. Gordling & her grandson when he tried to intervene. Megan was sure to like him now. "I think that is a reason to leave now," Steve said to Megan. Megan was in shock.
She'd never noticed Steve before. "Did you know the blood on your jacket matches your hair?" She purred. Steve said nothing, just turned the grandma and grandson into sleds and
rode them on the slippery slope that led him out of her life, forever. From that night on, she dreamed of all the red=headed babies she would never have. But she was better off.

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Finished: 2019-08-16 16:11:52

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