Pauline squealed. “Deal!”
Her mother looked like she was going to develop a stress rash.
Later that evening, we followed Pauline to her room like well-behaved, oversized Labradors. She was talking to Mew as if we weren’t capable of understanding English. “You’ve got new roommates tonight. Be nice.”
Mew blinked.
Pauline walked into the bathroom. “I’m taking a quick shower.”
We heard the water running. The door clicked shut.
Rett immediately jumped on her bed.
“Rude,” I said. We’re guests.
“Ira says it’s fair game. I’m going to sleep with my mate”
“That’s a queen-size with a plush mattress, we’ll not fit”
“Maybe not theee but two...” he added smirking .
“We’ll see about that. She’ll yell at you for stealing her bed, and let me for my well manners” and i stuck my tongue out.
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