in the middle

Sasha honestly wished Rhys hadn't shown up while Frannie was over. It really would do neither of them any good to have face perhaps the inevitable. And yet, it had to happen sooner or later.

He looked as if he was ready to have a row with her as it was, but when he saw Frannie, suddenly he perked up. Sasha winced. He really did fancy her. But then he kissed Sasha on the cheek out of duty, she supposed.

"Well, how was your day?" She could be a regular kitchen wife, no couldn't she?

"I heard the funniest thing to day?" He was delighted to tell. "And its about you."

"Well, it couldn't have been funny then." Sasha crossed her arms and gave him the stare down.

"Perhaps you know about this, Frannie." He came over to give Frannie a closer look. Oddly, he took a step back, and sucked in a breath. Could he possibly be smarter than she actually thought.

"What is it?" Sasha squinted hard then.

"Nothing." Rhys pulled a face and hugged himself tight.

Sasha let a sly smile slip as she looked to Frannie.

"How have you been, Frannie." Rhys could barely say.

"Just dandy, and you." Frannie shrugged.

"A little under the weather, me think, perhaps I'm coming down with something." He looked at her out the corner of his eye.

"Are you sure a drink down at the pub would help?" Sasha looked at him.

He shook his head, no.

"I really think I'm coming down with something." He nodded. "I'd hate to be contagious. May I be excused?" Rhys was going to bed.

Sasha just nodded. She looked at Frannie after he left. She snickered then and so did Frannie.


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cait said...

Maybe Rhys is growing up..or he wants a 3some.

ellie said...

hahahahhaaaa...Cait. sorry.