tacenda
pronunciation | ta - 'chen - da
(noun.) things better left unsaid; matters to be passed over in silence.
their relationship was tacenda, brushed over with a 'we're just friends'
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in which two pogues sit a little too close, laugh a little t...
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Lea sat in the bow as the trio drove through the port, occasionally greeting those they passed.
"Look at this place" Lea glanced at all the piles of rubbish in the sea.
"Agatha, what did you do?" JJ was stood behind Lea as John B drove.
"She is a crazy lady," John B nodded.
"We're gonna be cleaning this all summer." JJ sighed.
"That is my nightmare." Huffed John B.
"Pope!" Lea spotted him, hosing down some buckets.
"Well look who we have here." John B put on a strange accent. "We have a safety meeting, attendance mandatory." He pretended to talk through a walkie talkie."
"I can't my Pop's got me on lockdown."
"Come on!" Lea urged.
"Your dad's a pussy. Over" JJ spoke through the fake walkie talkie.
"Oh I heard that you little bastard." Pope's dad walked down to the dock.
"Morning Heyward!" Lea shouted, smiling widely.
"We need your son." John B pleaded.
"Yeah and island rules. Day after a hurricane's a free day." JJ announced confidently, causing Lea to turn her head and give him a strange look.
"Who the hell made that up?" Heyward said crossly.
"Uhhh... Pentagon, I think. We have security clearance. I have a card."
"Think I'm stupid?" As Mr Heyward got angrier, Lea shoved JJ back as Pope pleaded with his dad.
"Get in the boat," John B whispered.
"Make a run for it" encouraged JJ.
"Come on, sweetie. Easy does it." Lea smiled brightly at Heyward whilst egging Pope on.
