Amelia found the garbage bags in the towel closet, right where Frank had said they were. Why would someone keep garbage bags there?, she wondered. In the closet was also a kindergarten class sized refill container of bubble solution (with two wands! according to the label). There was also one shelf that had extra statuettes still in their collectable boxes, much like the ones she had seen Penelope standing by earlier. What a quirky guy, that Frank, she thought, and smiled widely, eyes aflutter.
She could hear Penelope and Frank still debating something in the bedroom, behind her, behind the closed door, and behind her hair which covered her ears. That Penelope was an odd duck, but she knew she could count on her to help her with her romantic objectives with Frank. Despite Penelope’s comments, she knew it was probably just reverse psychology.
Everyone always used reverse psychology on her. Go away!, they would say; she knew they were just happy to have her around. Shut up!, they would say; and she knew they were just playing and were interested in the stories and opinions she freely shared. Amelia liked knowing she was the most popular person at the party. Now, if only she could remember how she got there.
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Bird smuggling is so not cool!
The contributors to this blog have never strapped more than 3 birds to their ankles at a time.
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