Happy Thanksgiving! We are thankful for a great group of friends and numerous blessings that allow us to pursue our creative endeavors. Here’s the story! ———-
“What are you doing here?” Becca asked as Jenny dropped her belongings on the counter. Her keys clinked along and Cora pounced on them.
“Holy shit,” Jenny said. “This place isn’t how I remember it. Was it always this fucking big?” She went to pet Cora and was instantly grabbed by four paws. She laughed and tickled her belly.
“Yes,” Becca answered. “It was always this big. You probably don’t remember because you didn’t come over much.” Jenny was a few years older than Becca and wasn’t into the same things during the time that Becca started spending more time with Aunt Jo.
“Yeah, I guess.”
“What are you doing here tonight?” Becca repeated. “I thought you were staying home to figure things out with Bo.”
“He’ll survive,” Jenny said. She picked up the leftover bread from the counter and began pulling pieces off, shoving them into her mouth. “This is good.”
Becca stared at the whirlwind that was Jenny. “What?” Jenny asked through a mouth full of bread. “Stop it,” she added. She went to the refrigerator and peered inside. “Wine,” she said. “That’s what I need.”
“What happened?” Becca asked.
“He’s so freaking jealous,” Jenny said as she pulled a bottle of red wine out of the fridge. She began opening cupboards.
Becca went to the cupboard with the glass door and the wine glasses hanging inside. She slowly opened it and handed two glasses to Jenny.
“Thanks,” Jenny said as she immediately began opening drawers looking for the corkscrew.
Again, Becca opened a drawer and pulled out the corkscrew, handing it to Jenny. “How do you already know where everything is?”
Becca shrugged. “Well, the glasses were easy,” she said as she pointed at the cupboard with the glass door.
Jenny laughed a big boisterous laugh before she uncorked the bottle and poured two glasses. She handed one to Becca and, hers, she lifted in the air. “To us,” she said. They clinked glasses and Jenny drank hers down. She refilled her glass and began walking around the room looking over every detail of it, sipping from her glass.
“I’m just so sick of him,” Jenny said. “Why do we have to fight every time I go out? He knew when we started dating that I had a lot of friends, male and female.”
“I don’t know,” Becca said.
“I have never cheated on him and never given him any reason to think so. He doesn’t need to be with me every second.”
“Did you hear that?” Becca said. She instantly quit listening to Jenny and focused on the whispering she thought she heard.
“He says he just worries about me. That I shouldn’t be out late because that’s when people get kidnapped and raped, but I say, that’s funny because I survived this long.”
“Stop talking,” Becca said.
“What,” Jenny paused when she saw the serious look on Becca’s face. “What is it?”
The noise got louder and louder and Becca realized it was in the greenhouse. She opened the door, taking a step inside. A gust of wind swirled around the room like a tornado. It picked up the planters, the glasses and cups, and all of the items that had been inside the box, and then slammed them into each other. All in an instant, the room was still and everything crashed to the floor.
“What the fuck?” Jenny said, eyes wide.
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