Roxanne
“Why do you hate everything I suggest?!” Eleanor asked in exasperation.
“I don’t, it’s just…Eleanor these tablecloths are so old fashioned.”
“They’re classic!”
“I don’t know, I think my grandma has these in her house,” Sasha snorted.
“I have to agree with Sasha,” Beatrix said dully.
She seemed to hate agreeing with Sasha and I wasn’t sure why.
“You guys are always ganging up on me!” Eleanor practically wailed. “Is it because of my history with Daxon? Even Daxon has forgiven me!”
“Eleanor, honestly I do not care what happened with you and Daxon,” I admitted. “He is way over you and you know what it led me to be with him, so really I should be thanking you.”
Eleanor looked taken aback. “You’re welcome I guess.”
“I made sandwiches!” Mama announced, coming into the living
