I 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭 the Eiffel tower 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐧𝐞𝐝 . . .
𝐍𝐞𝐰 𝐘𝐨𝐫𝐤
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“This is SO exciting!” The blonde tiptoed behind The Guide and into the crowded building. She’s clad in all pink with a cute mini skirt, her hair teased to the max and clutching her tiny pink purse.
“I NEVAH get inside of these kinda fancy clubs! Oh my GAWD, is that some ~
~ kinda red chocolate fountain? Geez— this place sure is fancy!”
She’s happily chatting while her eyes are scanning the many pale looking faces in the nightclub.
“And to think the bouncer is escorting me through the place! My best friend is NEVAH gonna believe me when I tell ~
~ her about this. Do you guys always escort random people through the club?” To think that the strange lady was actually going to give her a tour! Geez— Val sure is lucky!
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“Ugh— that happens ta me ALL the time! I’d forget my head if it wasn’t screwed on.”
Naturally, Val once again believes the nanny without any hesitation.
“Let me grab some snacks.”
She grabs all she can hold off the kitchen table.
“Lead the way.“
“Really?” Val leans in, paying close attention to every word that leaves the nanny’s lips.
“Tell me more.” She mindlessly grabs one of the many snacks laid out on the table in front of them. “I’m talkin’ details here.”
‘Oh. My. GAWD.’ She mouths, squealing with excitement as she takes Nandor’s arm and happily goes with him.
“Lead the way, Mistah! The name’s Val, by the way.” She giggles as her head rests against his extravagant robes.
“Ah— I see. That sounds reasonable enough, Fran.”
The blonde smiles sweetly, completely believing her best pal.
“So… What was it like? To… Ya know— see that?”
“‘Cause I don’t need Mr. Sheffield to fall in love with ME, DUH!”
Pfft. No one ever said being a gaslight girlboss is SUCH hard work.
“But not even for LOVE? I’m tellin’ ya, when Mistah Sheffield sees ya rescue a poor little animal, he’s YOURS!”
“What?” Val blinks, clearly trying her hardest to understand what was going on.
“Let me guess, you’re enjoying the Sheffields’ fancy ‘non-cable television’.”
Where would Val even watch a thing like that?
“I’ve neva seen it.”
“You WOULD look cute in those little green overalls.
And I bet when Mistah Sheffield sees ya rescue a squirrel, he’ll think it’s the cutest thing in the world.
I hear guys LOVE charities, afta all.”
“Fine.” She waves Fran off.
“So, back to the ‘anatomically impossible’ part…” Val looks at her with a puzzled look, waiting for her pal to explain why she brought it up.
Val might not be the smartest, but the second she eyes the nanny’s teased hair she understands.
She gives Fran a look of sympathy. “That sounds SO traumatic, Fran.” One very dramatic hug later, she pulls back.
“Where are we eva gonna find anotha squirrel?”
Pfft— I know THAT!
It’s, like, anatomically impossible or somethin’.
… Right?
Oh my GAWD, I forgot about the double burial plots. I have to call Ma. She’s gonna FREAK.