Here we are in our summer years, living on ice cream and chocolate kisses [private conversation]
*Mel's really glad she can get mad again, because if she'd had to cry when she nicked herself slicing tomatoes, instead of cursing and kicking the stove, she would've been mortified. She finishes making the two sandwiches, wraps them up, and puts them in the picnic basket with the bottle of lemonade, plates, napkins, and glasses, and a smallish black-wrapped present with a teal ribbon, the exact color of Mail's eyes, around it.
She already changed into a black halter-top sundress with a full skirt, and she's barefoot (with dark blue toenail polish). She told Mail she needed a little while to get everything together, and she kind of hopes no one who'll stare or laugh at her wanders into the kitchen before he gets here.*
She already changed into a black halter-top sundress with a full skirt, and she's barefoot (with dark blue toenail polish). She told Mail she needed a little while to get everything together, and she kind of hopes no one who'll stare or laugh at her wanders into the kitchen before he gets here.*