Stingy
“Gracie,” Jackie called. “Gracie! Aren’t chu comin’ down. Greg’s gonna be here any minute. Come on!” “Jackie, please. I could care less if he’s comin’ here,” Graciela yelled back from upstairs. “If you say so,” she laughed. Laurel walked toward Jackie from the livingroom. “See, I told you. She’s not obsessin’ ova Greg.” “I never said she was obsessin’. I said that I don’t think she is ova him.” “Ova what? He was her friend. They were just ... friends!” “And how can you be sure that’s all they were?” “Because ...” “Because what?” “Because they just were, okay?” she said growing frustrated. “You said yourself that when he left, she bawled her
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