Page 15 of Worst in Show

“So, did I do it?” Leo asks.

“Do what?”

“Prove you wrong. Unselfish deeds and all that. You’re welcome by the way.”

I press my lips together into a pout and pretend to think about it. “I do appreciate your service,” I say, finally. “But I’m not sure about unselfish—that would imply you got nothing out of it.”

“Well, I didn’t.”

I nod slowly, my gaze trailing down his torso to his crotch and back up. “Oh yeah?” I say. Then I turn and walk away.

Cora vs. Leo, 1–0.

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NotOprah Sunday 07:14 PM

Oo fun. I’ve got one too. What happens when you touch Dwayne Johnson’s butt? You hit rock bottom. ROFL

AlCaponesGhost25 Sunday 07:42 PM

@NotOprah You’re not supposed to answer your own riddle. Watch and learn—What’s the difference between Al Capone and Anakin Skywalker driving an Uber?

NotOprah Sunday 07:45 PM

I dunno what?

AlCaponesGhost25 Sunday 07:47 PM

No you’re supposed to think about it.

NotOprah Sunday 07:50 PM

Fuck off

SingerQueen Sunday 10:20 PM

@AlCaponesGhost25 Making fast friends, I see.

AlCaponesGhost25 Monday 05:32 AM

They weren’t following the rules

SingerQueen Monday 10:02 AM

I don’t disagree

AlCaponesGhost25 Monday 12:10 PM

We need to maintain some riddle standards imo

SingerQueen Monday 12:45 PM

Yes, sir, Mr. Moderator!

My neck is shot, but I have two huge bags of costumes to bring in, having spent my days off sewing. The Scarlett O’Haras turned out amazing. I made three different sizes, and I know exactly how to display them. Literary scenes in the windows should catch people’s attention. And in other good news, User4549 has requested a quote for a Cleopatra getup for Halloween in response to my post. It’s an easy enough commission and hopefully just the beginning.

“Morning, Pop,” I call, pushing open the door with my hip. “How was your weekend?” We still call it our weekend, even though, technically, we’re closed Sundays and Mondays. I glance across the street and spot a faint outline of a ladder in Leo’s store. The lights are on so he must be up and at it already. I shrug to rid myself of the annoyance that immediately bubbles up my chest. Couldn’t he at least be a slacker?

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