Atticus
Gisele bursts into a laugh.
She walks to the fridge, still laughing, and grabs an apple. She slices the apple into three parts and shares them.
She drops the knife. We don't take the slices.
She takes the bigger slice and takes a bite.
“You guys don't like to share huh?” She scoffs. “Well, I can relate. I don't like sharing either.”
She takes the two remaining slices and keeps biting and swallowing and biting and swallowing and biting and swallowing. Enjoying the tension. Enjoying the attention.
She fixes her eyes on Adaline.
“I wonder if Ace likes sharing.”
She walks out of the kitchen, giggling.
I zip my pants and follow her outside. She's chewing on the apple as she walks up the stairs. She's not giggling anymore. She doesn't turn to talk to me.
Gisele walks straigh
