Sheila pulled Terrence to the loveseat on the other side of the room, like somehow putting that little bit of distance between us would help her cause.
"Now that I'm here," I said, "we can just wrap Miss Thing up in a Hefty bag and set her out with the rest of the trash."
Sheila smiled at me like everything was wonderful. What was wrong with this girl? Surely she realized she was about to get gone.
"I need to talk to Kadence alone," Terrence said.
Sheila turned sideways, dangled one leg over Terrence's, and stroked his face. She was marking him like a dog marks a tree.
He gently lifted her leg off his. "Why don't you go for a walk?"
Sheila ran her finger down the length of his arm. "You need to tell her."
"I need to handle this my way. Please...take that walk...for me." Terrence left Sheila alone on the loveseat and sat next to me in the matching armchair. The two chairs made a perfect set, just like Terrence and me. He scooted his chair closer.
"Have a nice walk," I said.
Once she reached the door Sheila turned around. "You must come to our wedding. Next month on the beach. Right over there." She pointed to a spot under a palm tree: our spot.
This chick was certifiable. I dismissed her with a wave. "Stop lying and take your walk like a good girl."
"She's not lying," he said.
Sheila smirked as she left.
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