Well, I did it again. I asked y’all to give me nine random words that I would HAVE to use in a short story. I ended up with ten words and let me tell you, y’all made it a challenge this time. I already had a concept for a story before I received the lovely words you gave me. So finding ways to use these words in this story was difficult.

The story is called Green and here is the list of words I had to include:

• Scissor Hold
• Deceit
• Petrichor
• Paradoxical
• Hippopotomonstrosesquippedaliophobia
• Lethargic
• Lover
• Whimsical
• Superposition
• Penis

Whenever I used a word in the story I made it bold so you can spot each word as it appears. Now, without further ado, I give you: Green.

_______________________________________________________________________

My head hurt. I pulled on my pants and work polo. I brushed my teeth. The fluorescent light in the bathroom hurt my eyes. I brushed my tangled hair. My hair hurt. I went to the kitchenette. Maybe something in the fridge would help. Tasie bounded over winding herself between my legs and purring mightily. Her treats were next to the fridge.

“Hello, Anatasia,” I called her by her legal name. “Why did you let me drink so much this afternoon?”

Tasie tilted her head quizzically in answer. She knew nothing of what I spoke, only treats. I gave her a squishy little salmon shaped treat and she purred.

A better question was why had Maggie let me drink so much. She knew I had to work tonight. But she also knew about Henry. And what he’d done. We’d sat on her parents’ basement floor, backs against the smelly old sofa, passing cheap wine back and forth while I cried about Henry.

“Fuck ‘im. That’s what I say,” she took a swig and passed the bottle. “I mean it’s not like he was every really a boyfriend, Ce. More like… a lover.”

“Lover?” I cringed, “Gross, Mag. How old are you?” I took a drink and passed the bottle back. “I know we never made it official, but like, I thought…”

“Fuck. Him. Ce,” she said.

“I did. That’s the problem.”

“Now, who’s gross,” she laughed.

Maggie was my age, but she still lived at home. I had gone out on my own as soon as humanly possible. That meant renting a studio that was really a converted garage from a very nice lady in her late sixties who loved Anatasia and looked the other way when I was late on rent. I knew when she looked at me, she saw a kid who just needed a little help. Hell, when I looked at me, I saw a kid. Her name was Helen Parsons, but I called her Mrs. Parsons. She insisted I call her Helen. I tried. It didn’t stick.

“Mrs. Parsons?”

Her back door was open. I gently pulled the screen door open too and poked my head into the kitchen. “Do you mind if I borrow your car again? I’m running a little late for work.”

“The keys are hanging by the back door, dear,” she said from somewhere inside the house. “And it’s Helen.”

“Thank you, Mrs. – Helen,” I said, grabbing the keys.

Normally I walked to work. It wasn’t a long walk, about twenty minutes. But my head was still pounding, and I couldn’t face the walk. Partially because it took me right past Henry’s. Anyway, my shift started at 10:00 p.m. and it was already 9:55.

Enrique was tapping an imaginary watch on his wrist as I walked into the Super Mini-Mart, the only twenty-four-hour convenience store in our small town. I was two minutes late.

“You’re making me miss my beauty sleep,” he said. Enrique was a short, balding, gay, Hispanic man in his thirties with a beer gut. He needed all the beauty sleep he could get.

“Sorry, Ricky,” I said, walking quickly to the back to punch in.

“Don’t step…” Enrique yelled. But it was too late. I’d already squeaked my chucks across his freshly mopped floor. He’d left the mop out again. It didn’t matter. I’d put it away later.

“Sorry, Ricky,” I shouted, popping into the back office to retrieve my drawer for the night.

“Dios mio,” he muttered. Then shouting back at me, “It’s Enrique, Chechellia. Like Iglesias but better.”

“Sorry, Enrique,” I said, heavy on the “ree”. I slid in next to him behind the counter. He smiled and struck a pose. Something “Iglesias but better”. He turned to the register and started to count his drawer.

“So why are you late, Cheech?”

“Henry stuff,” I said. Enrique knew about Henry. He’d told me to “get rid of that boy” early on in our situationship. But I didn’t listen. I liked Henry and I thought he liked me too. I couldn’t tell Enrique what Henry had done.

“Cecelia, you need to stop seeing that boy,” Enrique said. “I don’t like his vibe.” I laughed at Enrique’s use of “vibe”.

“Well, don’t worry Enrique,” I said. “I doubt we’ll be seeing much of…”

Ding ding.

Speak of the devil and he shall appear. The door opened and in walked Henry. Because my head didn’t already hurt enough, now my heart had to as well.

Enrique had finished counting his drawer and should have been putting the zippered, locked pouch in the safe. But he wasn’t moving now. He slid the drawer and pouch under the counter and put both hands on his ample hips.

“Henry,” he said, all sass. “You’re looking… lethargic.”

Henry rolled his eyes but otherwise ignored Enrique. I didn’t want it but before I could stop it, butterflies filled my stomach, and my breath caught in my chest just a little. His unkempt brown hair and soulful eyes held me in a stupid spell I hadn’t yet figured out how to overcome. I hated him for showing up at my job and I was also excited to see him even after…

“What are you doing here, Henry,” I said, slamming my drawer into the register and adopting a “losers-go-home” attitude I definitely didn’t feel.

He side-eyed Enrique, who hadn’t moved a centimeter and continued to stare daggers at him, then walked to the coolers at the back of the store.

“I got thirsty,” he said.

Enrique should have been heading home already to get his “beauty sleep” but I knew he wouldn’t leave until Henry was gone. Meanwhile, Henry took an absurdly long time picking out a peach Arizona tea. Eventually he made his way to the counter, keeping an eye on Enrique.

“I didn’t see you walk to work. I was worried,” he said, getting as close to me as he could with the counter between us and Enrique running interference.

“That was by design,” I said, adding as an afterthought, “dumbass.”

“Dumbass” shook whatever good will he had toward me free. Gone was the whimsical hero wandering the Scottish moors in search of his lost love. Henry threw his hands up and backed away, donning his true visage: unfeeling man slut.

“Look,” he said, “Didn’t seem like you took things real well and I just wanted to make sure you were okay, Ce. I’m outta here.”

He left the tea on the counter and turned to leave when the door dinged open again and Maggie walked in.

“What the hell, Henry!” she bellowed.

Mag was all of five foot one on a good day. She was blonde and thick in all the right places. My polar opposite. Where she was thick, I was flat. Where she was blonde, I was raven-haired. While she’d developed a deep tan over the summer, I was still as pale as death.

She swaggered in wearing Pink booty shorts, a baggy tee she’d cropped, and platform flip-flops. She should have looked hot but the look of pure rage on her face made her look terrifying, as if she’d just won a match on Jerry Springer and she was ready for round two.

Henry turned back toward me, incredulous, “You called your attack dog on me, Ce?”

“Not me,” I said, shaking my head. I was just as surprised to see Mag as he was.

“Enrique texted me,” she said, pushing her index finger into his well-defined chest. Ugh. I mean his chest. Forget the well-defined part. Enrique shrugged.

“How dare you come to my best friend’s place of employment, slime,” she continued.

He maneuvered around her and headed toward the door again.

“Don’t worry. I was just leaving.”

He put his hand on the door and the lights went out.

Everything stopped with a loud vwoomp as anything hooked to electricity shut down in an instant. The exit lights flickered back to life from their battery backups. Super Mini-Mart glowed an eerie dim red. Until it didn’t.

A soft greenish light seemed to envelope the building, drifting in through the open windows. It mingled with the red light and created a strange orangish glow where the exit lights shined.

“Don’t worry, everyone,” Enrique said, “we probably just tripped a breaker. I’ll fix it.”

He shuffled off to the back of the store. But I couldn’t take my eyes off the windows. The green light was everywhere. It almost looked like neon green Vaseline had been applied to the entire building.

“This is stupid,” Henry said. He put his hand back on the door and tried to push but something kept the door from opening. “What the hell…” He pushed harder.

Whatever was blocking the door gave way only a centimeter or two. And then the green light shuddered, slamming the door shut again. It rippled across the whole building, shaking it, contracting, like something was squeezing the Super Mini-Mart. Small cracks began to form in the walls.

“I don’t think it’s a tripped breaker, Enrique,” I said.

“No shit,” he said. He was standing at the back of the store with the door to the office wide open, except there was no office. Just a gaping black hole.

Maggie punched Henry in the arm as hard as she could. “What the hell, Henry!”

“Ow!” he yelled. “What?”

“What did you do?!” Mag pointed her index finger in his face. He was easily a foot taller than her so it should have been comical, but no one was laughing.

“Me?” he protested, rubbing his arm. “I didn’t do anything.”

“I don’t think Henry did this, Mag,” I said. I watched as a tiny crack spread up the wall next to me all the way to the ceiling. There was no way this was Henry. As far as I knew he didn’t have any supernatural powers. Except maybe making silly girls fall for him then breaking their silly hearts.

“Um.” Enrique was still standing outside the office door staring into the new, strange abyss. “You guys really need to come see this.”

Mag and Henry stopped glaring at each other long enough to look over at what Enrique was talking about. The blackness beyond the door… something was wrong with it.

Moments later the four of us stood outside the open door staring at the inky black hole.

“Why does it look like that?” Mag asked. It was hard to describe what was wrong with the blackness. At first it just seemed ominous. But after a while we realized it looked as if it were expanding and contracting. Breathing. And wet.

“Someone touch it,” she said. No one moved.

 “The smell reminds me of something,” I said. “Rain. Or not rain, really. But like the way it smells after it rains.”

“Petrichor,” Henry said.

“Yeah,” I said, looking at him in surprise.

“What,” he said. “I know things. I’m not just a pretty face.” He smiled and gave a little wink. I could feel myself blushing. Mag made a gagging sound and looked like she was going to be ill.

Enrique picked up the mop from where he’d left it and plunged it into the blackness. It stopped just a few feet away. “There’s something there.”

Mag reached out a hand.

“Don’t touch it,” I said. She sighed and pulled her hand back.

“Fine.”

No one moved or said a word for a few minutes. The only sound was the hum of the exit signs and the four of us quietly contemplating. Then the building shuddered again, breaking the silence. Everyone jumped as the building creaked and more small cracks appeared.

“Oh my god!” Mag screamed. “We need to get out of here.” She began frantically pacing the floor.

I had already pulled my phone out of my pocket.

“I’m calling 9-1-1,” I said, trying to keep her calm, even though I didn’t feel at all calm myself.

But I couldn’t get through.

“Nothing. Busy signal,” I said. “Everyone, try your phones.”

Maggie stopped pacing and grabbed her phone.

I tried calling Mrs. Parsons next. Another busy signal. I went through my contacts one by one. I couldn’t get through to anyone.

“Nothing,” Enrique said.

“Same,” Henry and Mag said in unison. Mag scowled at him. Henry stuck out his tongue.

“So are we trapped in here?” Mag asked, panic rising in her voice again, now that the hope of being rescued had evaporated.

“It looks like it,” Enrique said. And as if to drive the point home, the building rumbled, a ripple effect washing through the green Vaseline.

“Ok, we need to find a way out of here,” I said. Escape had always been a specialty of mine. “Everyone, look for a way out. Check all the doors and windows.”

We fanned out. But the search was over about a minute later. None of the windows even had a way to be opened. There were no windows or outside doors in the restrooms. There was an emergency exit near the restrooms, but it was the same as the front door, being pushed closed by something outside. Henry kept trying the front again, pushing as hard has he could. It made his biceps flex, and I was in no way interested in that. Nope.

The building shivered.

“Anything?” I asked the group. Nada.

Mag hopped up onto the counter next to where I’d been trying to see if I could pry open a window. I reached out for her, and we held each other. I closed my eyes and tried not to let the growing panic take hold. Someone would find us. We’d get out eventually.

“What are you…” Enrique said. I opened my eyes as the sound of breaking glass filled the room.

Henry had a fire extinguisher and was using it to try to break down the door. He’d made it through the first pane of glass and was taking aim again.

“Oh my god, Henry! What are you doing?” I said, letting Mag go and rushing out from behind the counter.

“I’m getting us out of here,” he said, slamming the bottom of the metal canister against the second pane of glass.

It didn’t break, sending him reeling back. Whatever was blocking the door felt the impact that time though and responded in kind, causing the building to creak and shake. Undaunted, he charged in again. The next hit caused the glass to crack. More shaking. He went in again. More cracks, it was beginning to shatter but the thing outside was keeping the broken shards from coming loose. Henry raised the extinguisher up again and smashed the door. A few small pieces of glass dislodged and hit the floor. He smashed it again. And again. And again. The building shook with each hit. Until the shards were fractions of themselves but still mostly being held in place.

Everyone gathered around the broken door as Henry took aim over and over.

Finally, Henry stopped smashing. He reached out and picked a shard of glass free. Behind it sat a neon green translucent jelly-like substance. He prodded it with his finger. It jiggled and a small ripple went through it. The rest of us reached out and began freeing pieces of broken glass. A few minutes later we were standing in front of a wall of translucent green jelly.

I reached out and touched it. It jiggled and rippled.

“You guys,” I said, “I think this thing might be alive.”

It answered by rattling the building again. The cracks were getting bigger and spreading.

“So, what? We’re being squeezed to death by green jello?” Mag asked.

No one answered. I honestly think we all felt the same. Hopeless. We were trapped together by some mysterious green jelly creature with no way out. We were going to die. Everyone congregated around the counter. Nothing to do but sit and wait.

We sat in silence. Occasionally the jelly creature would shake the building again. Sometimes when it rippled, it would let out a disconcerting moan. I wanted to cry. Could feel the tears hovering somewhere behind my eyes. But I wouldn’t allow myself to give in to the feeling. Not in front of Henry.

Eventually, Mag said, “I’m hungry.”

“Go on,” Enrique said. “Everyone take whatever you want. Doesn’t matter now.”

Henry and I looked at each other. I shrugged. Why not? It had been hours, and I hadn’t even realized I was hungry until then. While the others wandered up and down the aisles, I headed toward the back. I knew exactly what I wanted. They were absolutely disgusting but whenever I had a bit of a hangover I went straight for the bean and cheese burritos in the freezer. I stopped short when it hit me. No electricity. Suddenly a half-frozen burrito with no way to cook it didn’t sound so appealing anymore. The thought eating semi-thawed beans and cheese made me gag. And then I saw the mop.

“You guys,” I said, “Put the snacks down. Come here.”

It was the gross burrito that gave me the idea. Everyone met me at the office door. I’d taken the mop and opened the door to the black abyss. If this thing surrounding the building was alive, maybe this was part of it. I held the mop aloft and pushed it into the void. There was something there, just like Enrique said. I pushed as hard as I could and whatever was there gave way. Not entirely. It was still pitch black ahead. But the mop went in further than it had before. Like a gross burrito forcing its way back out.

The building trembled. A piece of the ceiling crashed near the soda fountain. Everyone froze. I looked at the debris littering the floor and back at the office.

“I think I know how we’re getting out of here.”

Enrique and Henry took no convincing. We were going into the office with a mop as our weapon and hoping to come out the other side alive.

Maggie on the other hand.

“So, if this is part of it… you don’t think it’s like its…” she asked.

“Its? What?” Henry said.

“You know!”

“No. I don’t,” he said. “What?”

“Its… you know… its thing,” she squirmed.

“What thing? I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he said.

He knew.

“You know.”

He shook his head. A picture of innocence.

“Penis!” she shouted.

Enrique lost it. I couldn’t help myself and started laughing too.

“No,” I laughed, “But I do think it’s our only way out.”

As if on cue another piece of ceiling dislodged itself and crashed behind us.

“Grab anything that might be useful for pushing through this thing,” I said, “You have 30 seconds.”

A moment later we entered the office.

“Don’t close the door,” Mag said. She’d grabbed a plastic bag from behind the counter and filled it with alcohol.

“No shit,” said Henry. He’d stuck with the fire extinguisher.

Enrique had grabbed a flashlight we kept behind the counter and several rolls of receipt tape which he had shoved into a bag. I still had the mop.

I led the way. Mag made sure to wedge herself between Henry and me. Enrique brought up the rear. As soon as we’d entered, he turned on the flashlight and had started unspooling a roll of receipt tape, wrapping the end of it around the door handle to the office.

“We don’t know how long this is,” he said when everyone gave him a questioning look.

Each push with the mop opened the passageway a little more. But with each push came the rumbling. Whatever we were doing, it didn’t like. I kept wondering how long it would be until this plan imploded and the creature fought back by squeezing us to death.

“So, what do you guys think this is?” I asked, pushing forward. My arms were beginning to get sore already.

“I actually have a theory about that,” Henry said.

I couldn’t see their faces, but I could feel Enrique and Mag rolling their eyes behind me.

“Ok then,” Enrique said. “What is it, pretty boy?”

“Ok,” he said, turning off the smug asshole persona and becoming the guy I’d fallen for. “Do any of you know what quantum superposition is?”

“Is that like what Sabrina Carpenter does at her concerts?” Mag asked.

“That’s the Juno position, Mag,” I laughed. I kept pushing. We inched forward. The blackness trembled around us.

“Then no,” she said.

“I’m not gonna explain this right,” he said, “but it’s like two things occupying the same space.”

“Keep going,” Enrique said. I could hear him behind me unraveling the receipt tape. I still didn’t know what good that was going to do us but it seemed to make him happy.

“Well, like, this thing just kind of appeared out of nowhere, right?” Henry said. “So like what if it exists in another dimension and that dimension and ours just kinda, I don’t know, collided?”

“I still don’t understand,” Mag said.

“Like on Star Trek,” he said.

“You watch Star Trek?” Mag laughed.

“Nerd,” Enrique coughed. Mag and Enrique giggled.

“Whatever,” Henry said.

“Keep going,” I said. “This is interesting.”

“No it’s not,” Mag laughed. She had opened a bottle from the bag and was now actively drinking behind me.

“Quiet, Mag. Keep going, Henry.”

“Ok, sometimes on Star Trek when they use the transporter something goes wrong, and two things become one. Maybe that thing out there existed somewhere else, like another dimension, and now it’s here, somehow part of the Super Mini-Mart. Two things occupying the same space somehow. I don’t know. That’s my theory.”

“It’s a good theory,” I said, smiling despite myself. I liked that he was smart. Stupid.

“How did you two meet again?” Enrique asked. I could feel the disdain wafting off of him.

“I need someone to take over,” I said. My arms were on fire.

“I got you,” Henry replied. He moved past Mag and took my place at the front, positioning the end of the extinguisher the same way I’d had the mop. Mag glared. He pushed and we inched forward. Mag ushered me to the back, and I fell in line behind her. She was still insisting on keeping us separated.

“Deceit,” Mag said.

“What?” Henry replied.

“That’s how they met.”

“No, it’s not,” he said. “We met on Tinder.” I could feel myself blush.

“Well, you’re a liar so it had to be through deception,” she said, laughing to herself.

“I’m not a liar.” I could hear the anger rising in his voice.

“Oh yeah? Then why’d you tell Cece she was ‘the coolest girl you’ve ever met’ then you went out with that skank? Emily something.”

Henry stopped pushing and turned around. He looked over Mag and straight at me.

“You told her that?”

I didn’t say anything. I didn’t know what to say. It’s not like any of this was a secret or even mattered now.

“She tells me everything, stupid,” Mag answered for me. “I’m her best friend.”

He turned around and forced the extinguisher forward. The blackness shook and contracted for a second. He was a lot stronger than me and clearly making more of an impact. I’d never been overly fond of small spaces and now we were being squeezed.

“Not that it’s any of your business, Maggie, but we weren’t exclusive. Ce is seeing other people too,” he said. He pushed again. Squeeze.

“Would you two shut up already?” I yelled. “We’re inside of a black void inside of a jello creature from another dimension that is squishing us… And, for the record, no, I’m not… so just… shut up.”

We had silence for a while after that. Henry kept inching us forward. Enrique kept unspooling receipt tape. And Mag kept drinking. I think it was the drinking that prompted her to break the silence again.

“What’s the longest word you know?” she said.

“What?” I asked her.

“Henry! You’re so smart. What’s the longest word you know?”

He pushed again. I held my breath, and the darkness squeezed.

“I don’t know, Maggie,” he said. He sounded exhausted.

“Hippopotomonstrosesquippedaliophobia! Ha!” she laughed. “Bet you didn’t know that one.”

“Nope,” he said. “Someone take that bottle from her.”

“No!” she yelled. “It’s mine!”

He pushed. It squeezed.

“It’s the fear of long words, dummy,” she said. “Who’s the stupid one now?”

“Still you,” he said.

“Shut up!” She tried to smack him on the arm again but ended up dropping her bottle. Red wine spilled everywhere, and the void began to shake.

“I don’t think it likes that cheap ass wine,” Enrique said. This time the shaking didn’t stop.

“I can’t get through,” Henry said. He was pushing as hard as he could but making no headway. “Ce, come help me.”

I moved past Mag and lifted the mop. Together we tried pushing through, but the void wouldn’t give way. It kept shaking. Meanwhile, Mag had opened another bottle but instead of drinking it she was pouring it out. The shaking increased, becoming more turbulent.

“I’m gonna make it puke,” she laughed.

The void started to push us back, like it was swallowing, trying not to vomit. It started to contract again. Enrique’s receipt tape had ensured the void stayed mostly open behind us and I finally saw the brilliance of it. Thanks to him we wouldn’t be completely crushed.

“Enrique, bring that flashlight up here,” I said. “And, Mag, stop trying to make it puke.”

Enrique joined us and the three of us pushed forward. We should have been doing this all along, if we’d thought of it.

Mag didn’t listen to me and continued pouring alcohol out into the dark. The void responded, forcing us back.

“This is gonna work!” she said, pouring out another.

Everything shook and squeezed. We were being compressed. And it was lasting longer than a second or two now. I couldn’t breathe. It wasn’t letting up and I thought for sure we were about to die. I could feel Henry next to me pushing as hard as he could. Mag was right up against my back. Enrique next to her. I could hear them gasping for air. I shoved as hard as I could next to Henry. It squeezed tighter. We were forced into each other. Henry dropped the extinguisher and put his arms around me. I could feel myself getting lightheaded from lack of oxygen. I let go of the mop and wrapped my arms around him, leaning into his chest. It squeezed again and Mag and Enrique were now involuntarily part of the hug. None of us could catch a breath. Enrique’s flashlight hit the ground, and everything went black. I was glad that in the end I was with people I loved. I put an arm around Mag and waited.

And, then, without warning, the void opened and we could see the outside. It gave one more violent shudder. Something seemed to explode around us, covering us in goo from the creature, and we were forced out into the early morning air.

“Hi ya, kids,” someone shouted.

I looked to my right and about half a block away Mrs. Parsons was waving at us, the sun coming up behind her. She was covered in slime, all five foot nothing of her, and holding a huge pair of hedge shears, wearing her after dinner windbreaker suit, which she wore for her evening strolls. I looked around and saw several other elderly people, all covered in slime, with varying garden tools, surrounding the jelly creature. It was a strange sight to behold.

“Huh,” Maggie said, “Looks like I got us out. Isn’t that paradoxical?”

“That’s not…” I laughed. It didn’t matter. And, then, suddenly Henry’s hand was in mine.

He leaned over and whispered in my ear, “I didn’t lie. You’re still the coolest girl I’ve met.”

I looked up into his big, dumb eyes. He leaned over again and kissed me, and I forgot about jelly creatures, and Maggie, and being mad at him. And then the sound of fire trucks arriving broke the spell.

“Well, I suddenly realized I would need my car in the morning for my antiquing date with Bruce,” Mrs. Parsons told us after we joined up with her. “I tried to call Cecelia, but I couldn’t get through and I thought it was such a lovely summer night, I might as well walk to the mini mart.”

Mrs. Parsons was now sitting in a chair with a blanket wrapped around her and a cup in her hands. Paramedics had arrived. We’d all been given blankets and cups. Everyone was being checked out. While we waited for our turns to be examined, Mrs. Parsons told us her story.

“I saw it from several blocks away. But I had no idea what it was. I kept walking until I got close enough to see this huge jelly monster had somehow overtaken the mini mart and most of the block. Well, my first thought was for Cecelia. I didn’t know the rest of you were in there, but I knew I had to find a way to get her out. I knew exactly who I needed to call.” She took a sip from her cup. We were on the edge of our seats.

“Who?” asked Maggie. She was finally starting to sober up a bit.

“My gardening club,” Mrs. Parsons said in all seriousness.

“Why didn’t you call the cops?” she asked.

“The cops?” Mrs. Parsons laughed. “What were they gonna do? Shoot it? No, I needed people I could trust. So I called everyone in my gardening club and told them to bring their strongest and sharpest tools. Bruce brought me the hedge shears.” She held up the huge pair of shears so we could see them. “We went to town on the thing. I got it in a scissor hold! Like Monday Night Raw!”

“That’s not…” Henry laughed. “Thank you, Helen, you’re a bamf.”

I smacked Henry in the arm. “Don’t call Mrs. Parsons a bamf!”

Mrs. Parsons laughed, “Why not, Cecelia? I am a bad ass mother fucker.”

The End.