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“I’ll go with your original plan, so <span class="mu-i">both</span> of you can get even prettier.” You playfully smile back.
“<span class="mu-i">Aww~!</span> I will, I will!” Grace blushes. “Why weren’t you in my life a couple of decades earlier? It’s so unfair, I want to take a bite out of you!” Grace bites her thumb. “Well, I won’t be the first mother to live vicariously through her daughters.”
“Mom, this is unbelievably creepy, please stop.” Carol feels really uncomfortable.
“Please, Carol. I’m happily married. I just love upsetting you a little after the way you’ve treated me lately.” Grace answers back. A strange serious moment between the two.
“Just to be clear, I don’t mind any of this. I’m sure this is all in good fun.” You have to, *sigh*, stop this and clarify…
“Good. Now I don’t have to feel like I need to puke for the both of us.” Carol drips in sarcasm.
“Are you sure, dear? Am I not making you uncomfortable?” Grace wants to make sure.
“Not at all!” You want it to continue but you have to suppress your feelings… The tomatoes are really special to you.
“How kind of you.” Grace tenderly smiles. “Well, that wasn’t, like, the best conversation in the world. But I’m glad we’re not bringing this energy to the table. Now, let’s get you ready. That hair of yours needs some work.”
“I have my eyes on you...” Carol Ball furrows her eyebrows, eyes locked on you, as she’s being taken away upstairs.
“Pannie, dear! Could you entertain our guest for a bit?” Grace shouts upstairs to her other daughter.
“Sure, Mom!” That’s Pannie. She’s in a different room up there as well. You hear her coming over at a nimble pace.
And there she is! Carol’s sister is wearing a cute sundress, her cheeks turn rosy upon eye contact, but —unlike during the phone call— she doesn’t stay shy and greets you at your level.
“You’re much taller than I thought. I bet you could pick me up and I’d be able to reach the light bulb.” Pannie lets an intrusive thought escape her mouth. You don’t blame her for thinking that, the lights are really up there in this house.
“Hey there.” You say hi as usual. She smiles back, her heart racing tenfold.
“There’s a place to sit over here.” Pannie grabs your hand and pulls you over to the living room by the right of the entrance. She places you on one of the couches; there are a couple, one by the TV, and the others for guests. “Would you like something to drink? We have all types of juices. We have orange, apple, pineapple, strawberry, cherry, lemon, kiwi, blueberry, cranberry, tart cherry, pomegranate, grapefruit, mango, pear, and even tomato or carrot if you’re into that.”
So many choices, so little time…
