I
think she was as excited as me. She certainly loved to take a big, BIG
swig out my juice. She had the same tastes as me too. Isn’t that
strange? She hated the taste of the root beer, but she loved the
American Cream Soda. Oh, how she loved that, slurping and smacking her
lips. Some days, there was barely a drop at the bottom of the bottle
left for me.
Then
she’d start on the tin. I’d watch her remove the lid, the same way I
watched her unscrew the bottle top, watch her eyes light up. She
drooled! Can you believe that? She actually drooled, just like a dog!
The pie would disappear in one bite, crumbs dripping from her mouth,
then half the sandwich. She always left me half, but not before she
said,
‘I can’t remember if I washed my hands after I went to the loo’,
And then she’d stroll off sniggering.
Ends
I've done this in a rush, been in an endless editing and rejecting frenzy, making myself late for a date. I'm still not happy!
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