“You’re going to make me cry,” Clara confessed.
“Must be that time of the month,” Julia teased.
Clara took in a sharp breath before her emotions and reason reached the same conclusion. She burst out laughing and slapped the table hard enough that the phone flipped in mid-air before landing onto the mattress.
“Horsefeathers,” Clara said. “I needed that.”
“What was that?” Julia asked.
“Slapped the table,” Clara said while blood flushed through her cheeks. Why am I feeling so warm?
Disclaimer: This novel is an work in progress and readers may encounter grammatical errors and inconsistencies. Please view this a draft and not a published work.
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