Oh, Jules won’t be returning tomorrow”, Rose said, reading the note her sister left on the shoe cupboard while kicking off her shoes and taking off her jacket.
She turned to Arnold because he didn’t comment on it and there was a look on his face she hasn’t seen before.
It was fake disenchantment mixed with mischievousness and longing. Why did he look at her like that?
“I guess I’ll have to make us some dinner then since you can cook nothing but hash brownies”, she teased him, making him laugh and wash that weird look off his face, “but first I need to put some ice on the tattoo. This hurts like a bitch.”
She walked into the kitchen and opened the refrigerator. Sister had stored there a box with crushed ice, which she used for making cocktails.
Rose just took a freezer bag and filled i
