Permission to bore me.
Payback for last night, I guess.
Last night, Lucky and I talked until early morning, like we had the days prior. Only last night, around two-thirty, I went radio silent, claimed by sleep. By nightmares of clowns. One in particular.
I woke up to a poodle licking one cheek, and my phone pressed to the other, flashing with two unread messages. The first was a reply to something I’d asked. The second,have I bored you so much that you’re sleeping now?
It had been my intention to answer after my limbs woke up, but then Ambrose came down the stairs. Then Shane interrupted. It all put distance between me and my phone until Lucky—persistent Lucky—messaged again.
Dollancie:
Okay.
But you didn’t actually bore me to sleep.
I’ve had a busy week.
I’ve recently moved back to the family house,
and the place is a mess.
There’s been vandalism.
Painting over all that takes it out of you, you know?
Maybe it’s the fumes.
Also, my brother is home.
Lucky:
Is that what’s bothering you? Decorating? Or your brother?
Dollancie:
Both. We have a strained relationship.
That is putting it mildly.
Dollancie:
And I hate this house.
Originally, my ex-boyfriend and I were meant to decorate this place together. Then sell it. It’s been empty for years, so it’s been hard work. But then we broke up. Kinda.
Lucky:
Kinda makes it sound less final than before.
Dollancie:
When we’ve argued in the past,
he disappears for a few days, then comes home.
He texted this morning saying he wanted to meet to talk.
It’s all very stressful.
