3/6/16 #amwriting Riptide – Millicent
The rest of the week followed in a similar vein—no pun intended. Well, maybe slightly. Tuesday was Meat Lover’s pizza—but one handmade by Millicent who boasted proudly about her cashew meal and psyllium husk crust. “While you were conjugating French verbs and dissecting frogs…”
“Ummm, yeah, it’s Human Biology, remember?”
“Whatever.” She dismissed my comment with a wave of her delicate hand. “I was here,” she spun in a graceful circle around our magnificent kitchen, “slow-simmering the most perfect of pizza sauces. From tomatoes…”
“Hand-picked by fairies in a unicorn-filled garden?” I doubled over with laughter.
Millicent rolled her eyes and whispered roughly, “Brat.” http://ow.ly/i/hkyJr