shopping with Paula

Molly:

"That's none of your business, Molly,"he said waving it off.

I smiled at him and then I muttered an, "ok," before I headed out to my room.

Just like that, I ended up spending the night alone. I have tried and now I give up. I was tired— tired of running around in circles to connect the dots.

*******

The next day, I was woken up by the feeling of a presence over me. I pulled my eyes open to see a pair of gray eyes staring into mine.

"What the fuck!" I yelled, grabbing a pillow over my face and Paula laughed hard.

This had to be the weirdest family. I groaned deeply with the pillow over my head.

"I'm sorry," she chuckled again.

"It's fine," I said, raising a hand.

Then she pulled off the pillow. "What do you want, Paula?" I asked.

"Farrell sure has had a terrible influence on you. You sound like him now,"

"What do you want Paula?" She tried mimicking his tone and I laughed. I sat up immediately, and she sat close to me.

"Well if you put it that way, I'm here to invite you out,"