Sweet Subterfuge

Missa kept calling Wendy’s number like crazy, but no one answered at all. Eventually, Wendy’s phone gave out the message that the none had been turned off, though Larissa did not know if it was because Wendy was annoyed or if the phone’s battery ran out.

arissa was more anxious than ever, and she slammed her foot on the gas pedal to drive over to her old apartment as fast as she could.

arissa still had her old key to the apartment even though she had moved. The truth proved that this was a wise choice.

he could not even be bothered to change her shoes as she charged into the living room, but the scene in the living room was completely ifferent from the way Larissa imagined il-

fendy was sitting on the couch, a huge bucket of fried chicken in her lap. There was a massive oil stain around her mouth from chewing n chicken wings. The trash bin nearby was filled with colorful snack bags along with a whole lot of empty milk cartons.

arissa’s anxiety calmed down some, and her worry changed into rage. She exploded at Wendy. “Why didn’t you fucking answer the thone?”

Wendy slowly got up from the couch, her hand feeling for her phone. She asked in confusion, “Huh? Where’s my phone?”

Larissa really wanted to strangle Wendy to death.

my phone.” Wendy told

off.” Larissa growled

chicken. “Wait a minute, I’ll go check the study.”

stopped Wendy.

grabbed the bucket of fried chicken

had no appetite

continued to eat happily and kept laughing at the talk show being

had been hit so hard by the cheating that she had lost her mind. “Hey-” Larissa

the television as she replied, “Nope.” Her voice was calm

choked because of her response, but she still asked anyway. “Didn’t you say

I left. Didn’t manage to talk to him.”

and surprised. “He was in bed

though. “Don’t act so shocked, okay? What’s so weird or