couldn’t help that she was a narcissistic bitch. She was still my sister. I wished she could be nice to me. Take an interest in my life. Be proud of my little accomplishments and be concerned if things weren’t going well for me. I just wanted a sister like other people had. Normal families.
I couldn’t let my mother move in with me. Momma would drive me crazy and then I’d be just like the rest of them. That was my big fear. Plus I had stairs and Momma was in her eighties now. And she was kind of lazy about stairs. Always her excuse for letting the laundry back up, she didn’t like jogging up and down the basement stairs.
Okay, what was I doing today? Hmm… I had no idea. Just thinking of cohabitating with Momma blew my mind. Think, think, Donna, think . Oh yeah, I needed to take a shower and get dressed, in case the funeral was today.
So I turned the water back on and held my hand under the spray. It warmed up quickly. I stepped in and closed the clear shower curtain. It let lots of light in and the way it draped, the view was opaque. I always got totally drenched first. I closed my eyes and let the warm water run down my hair and face. I adjusted it as hot as it would go. I leaned down and grasped the bottle of shampoo from the shower floor. I knew it was the shampoo bottle without opening my eyes because the lid popped open on the top. The conditioner, in contrast, opened at the bottom. I squirted hydrating curls shampoo into my hand, closed the top and set the bottle down.
I rubbed my hands together and then massaged my scalp. I had shampooed last night but since I didn’t dry it, I might as well start over if I was to look at all presentable. I worked the slithery soft foam through my shoulder-length hair. Suds trickled down my face. I noticed a sensation on my right foot. Something was not right. It felt like…a tongue.
I screamed.
Chapter Five
M y eyes flew open. Suds seared the corneas. I spotted a hazy brown form crouched down on the other side of the shower curtain. Adrenaline surged through me. I grabbed the left and right edge of the shower curtain and pounced down on it. The curtain ripped right off the rings since I had never bothered snapping them shut because that always hurt my fingers. I flipped over the creature, struggling against its brute strength. I wrapped it up in the curtain. It screamed. A howling primal scream. We rolled around on the cold white ceramic-tiled floor. I immobilized it.
I lay there, wondering what to do next. Then I felt it. On my face. Its tail was wagging. Its tail was wagging? I untangled the shower curtain and unrolled a Great Dane. I’d captured a dog. He shook his head, rose up and began licking the water off my face.
I squirmed away from his long pink tongue and scrambled to my feet. He resumed licking them. On closer inspection, make that she . Where did Scooby Doo-ette come from? The dog suddenly stopped licking. Her ears perked up. She barked and charged out of my bathroom.
Donna, are you dreaming again? One way to find out. I only had to walk into my bedroom and if my dream man was sprawled out on my bed, naked and standing at attention… Hopefully he was circumcised. I’d always wanted one that was. Wonder what the difference was, mechanically? Was there some subtle nuance I’d been denied? I turned the shower off and returned to the bedroom.
Mr. Jones wasn’t there. I sighed in disappointment.
Where did the dog come from and where had she gone? I snatched my pink silk bathrobe from the hook behind my closet door and pulled it on. I dripped with water and the fabric clung to my wet body. I tucked my half-soapy hair behind my ears and crept through the house.
I didn’t notice anything unusual. As I stood at the top of the stairs, I heard laughter outside. Feeling a breeze as I descended the oak treads, I clung tight to the turned banister. When I made it to the bottom and peeked around the foyer wall, I realized the front door was
I couldn’t let my mother move in with me. Momma would drive me crazy and then I’d be just like the rest of them. That was my big fear. Plus I had stairs and Momma was in her eighties now. And she was kind of lazy about stairs. Always her excuse for letting the laundry back up, she didn’t like jogging up and down the basement stairs.
Okay, what was I doing today? Hmm… I had no idea. Just thinking of cohabitating with Momma blew my mind. Think, think, Donna, think . Oh yeah, I needed to take a shower and get dressed, in case the funeral was today.
So I turned the water back on and held my hand under the spray. It warmed up quickly. I stepped in and closed the clear shower curtain. It let lots of light in and the way it draped, the view was opaque. I always got totally drenched first. I closed my eyes and let the warm water run down my hair and face. I adjusted it as hot as it would go. I leaned down and grasped the bottle of shampoo from the shower floor. I knew it was the shampoo bottle without opening my eyes because the lid popped open on the top. The conditioner, in contrast, opened at the bottom. I squirted hydrating curls shampoo into my hand, closed the top and set the bottle down.
I rubbed my hands together and then massaged my scalp. I had shampooed last night but since I didn’t dry it, I might as well start over if I was to look at all presentable. I worked the slithery soft foam through my shoulder-length hair. Suds trickled down my face. I noticed a sensation on my right foot. Something was not right. It felt like…a tongue.
I screamed.
Chapter Five
M y eyes flew open. Suds seared the corneas. I spotted a hazy brown form crouched down on the other side of the shower curtain. Adrenaline surged through me. I grabbed the left and right edge of the shower curtain and pounced down on it. The curtain ripped right off the rings since I had never bothered snapping them shut because that always hurt my fingers. I flipped over the creature, struggling against its brute strength. I wrapped it up in the curtain. It screamed. A howling primal scream. We rolled around on the cold white ceramic-tiled floor. I immobilized it.
I lay there, wondering what to do next. Then I felt it. On my face. Its tail was wagging. Its tail was wagging? I untangled the shower curtain and unrolled a Great Dane. I’d captured a dog. He shook his head, rose up and began licking the water off my face.
I squirmed away from his long pink tongue and scrambled to my feet. He resumed licking them. On closer inspection, make that she . Where did Scooby Doo-ette come from? The dog suddenly stopped licking. Her ears perked up. She barked and charged out of my bathroom.
Donna, are you dreaming again? One way to find out. I only had to walk into my bedroom and if my dream man was sprawled out on my bed, naked and standing at attention… Hopefully he was circumcised. I’d always wanted one that was. Wonder what the difference was, mechanically? Was there some subtle nuance I’d been denied? I turned the shower off and returned to the bedroom.
Mr. Jones wasn’t there. I sighed in disappointment.
Where did the dog come from and where had she gone? I snatched my pink silk bathrobe from the hook behind my closet door and pulled it on. I dripped with water and the fabric clung to my wet body. I tucked my half-soapy hair behind my ears and crept through the house.
I didn’t notice anything unusual. As I stood at the top of the stairs, I heard laughter outside. Feeling a breeze as I descended the oak treads, I clung tight to the turned banister. When I made it to the bottom and peeked around the foyer wall, I realized the front door was
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