Dinah abandoned her paper on South America-- wondering if some of it was going to disappear next-- and checked the Caller ID, then smiled as she answered. "Lancer Laundromat. Getting your jeans clean. What's your order?"
Dinah snickered, popping open the soda can. "Sir, I'm sorry, but we need at least three hours to reverse that kind of stain. May I suggest you buy something new? Maybe in velvet? It's very in this season."
"Oh, I don't think anything is terrifying enough to make me give up photos of a six-year-old Jaime Reyes drinking cocoa with marshmallows. Or sacked out on my couch." Dinah grinned. "I already sent some to your mom."
Hello, ringing phone.
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