Beautiful Disaster
Scarlett asked as she shook out her cup, dumped it on the dish rack, and wiped her hands on the front of her pyjama pants.
"I wish I didn't have to," Marybeth said as she dropped to the floor. She crossed her legs, looked through the bookcase, and reached for the bottom stack of books, all classics—Othello, Merchant of Venice, Midnight Summer's Dream, Macbeth…all the good stuff that had firmly cemented William Shakespeare's place in her heart.
"Fine, I'll dedicate the downward dog in your honour." Scarlett made a face as she ambled down the hall to her room.
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