Chapter Six ~ Chloe
“Holy buckets of poo,” my sister said from beside me.
I was so used to her weird expressions and often zany personality that I rarely reacted to the words that came out of her mouth anymore. I did notice, however, that the woman behind the counter was looking at Zoey with a strange expression.
Stifling a giggle, I asked, “What?”
“I just thought of the perfect scene for Zombie Girl; I need to go,” she said, turning to bolt out the door before I stopped her.
“Oh, no you don’t, Zo. I know you feel the need to write when inspiration hits, but we are closing in on your wedding, and we need to pick out the cake.” I smiled at the lady who was still watching us as she set the cake samples out on the counter for Zoey and me to taste.
“Can’t you just do it?” my little siste
