that, of course,
didn't happen.
i live next door to you after all;
i think i'd know if
you had her over before.
unless she hid in the closet all this time,
but i think even skinny, tall, pretty
blondes don't do that.
god, i sure hope so.
you must've read my mind somehow,
because you put one set of the food aside
and said,
"i ordered this for jennifer.
bring it back for her later."
i nodded, trying not to let the relief show,
"i'm starting to think that you're secretly dating my mother."
you shrugged,
"maybe i'd just like to date her daughter."
how i wished you weren't kidding.
YOU ARE READING
the 100 things you said to me
Short Story" in which unfriendly conversations were made through the gaps between their bedroom windows until what initially were cold stares and shrugs turned into so much m o r e ."
