Page 255 of My Sweet Dollie, You Have to Love Me
And I’m not going to get that tonight.
So, I stay under the water and scrub until my skin is raw.
I dress in a pair of jeans and a long-sleeved T-shirt before noticing my phone flashing on the bed.
Two messages.
Two people.
Dollie’s name calls to me first with the text for Lucky she sent close to thirty minutes ago.
Dollancie:
Hey… Just checking you’re okay.
Slumping on the edge of my bed, a droplet of water from my wet hair drips down my back and makes me shiver.
I still don’t feel clean.
I debate whether to tell her a lie and say I’m fine or give her the truth—all of it.
But if she storms in here, demanding answers, that might be my breaking point. So, I go with the easier option and avoid the question completely.
Lucky:
Hey, you.
The house no longer keeping you too busy to talk? :P
I click out of Dollie’s message and land on Annabelle’s name. Her message surprises me.
Annabelle:
You out of the shower?
Ambrose:
How did you know I was in the shower?
Little dots appear instantly, showing me she’s typing.
Annabelle:
Your sweet Dollie came to apologize and caught a glimpse of your naughty bits.
Ambrose:
You’ve gotta be kidding me?
Annabelle:
I told you earlier she wouldn’t have meant what she said.
Ambrose:
About the shower, Annabelle.
Annabelle:
