Laurels Literary Magazine Spring 2015 | Page 66

“Hey!” to me. She spun my chair around after she set her laptop on my desk and made herself comfortable on my lap. “Would you mind reading over my play? I wanna make “Why, yes, Rosie. I would mind.” “Oh, really?!” works.” “By this thing, you mean our relationship, right?” —” She cut me off, pressing her lips on mine, which evolved into a passionate kiss. After those delicious minutes passed, she pulled away from me, smiled, and pointed to her laptop. vanished. back in the morning, darling.” “Of course, baby!” Richard said loudly. The following silence that I knew too well made my insides turn and my head fume with anger. My mother only giggled and left. Richard waited silently until the engine of her car was no longer audible to call my name again. “Just go see what he wants, honey,” Rosie said quietly, getting up and backing away from me, nearly knocking over a few aluminum baseball bats leaning against the wall. “Careful. And, no, I have nothing to say to that man.” [55] M