THE GIRL WHO CAN’T DATE
By Eleventh
CHAPTER 18: THE ART OF BEING A WOMAN
“Act like a woman, they say. Be a woman, they say. It’s not that I don’t want to. It’s just that I don’t know how to. Nobody told me. Nobody taught me.” – Ira P.
2017 JOURNAL
Sunday morning was beautiful.
Everyone woke up to the aroma of coffee. Orion was quick to get up, went out of his room, and sniffed with his nose.
“Mmmm… am I smelling this right?”
Eros met him at the stairs. He was as curious as to his brother.
“Is Ira cooking again?”
“Maybe? But... this unusually smells good.”
“Are you badmouthing me?”
The boys jumped when they saw Ira following them from behind with her dreadful stares. She was descending the stairs like a ghost, not making any sound at all.
