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Post by Faiqa Ditonno on Jun 17, 2007 5:55:42 GMT -5
Faiqa was alone at home tonight. For once, no plans. Her siblings were out somewhere but she had prepared dinner anyway. It had been an hour or so since 7:12 pm when she had first removed the pasta from the boiling pot and strained it. They were having Chicken Pasta Salad, one of Faiqa's low-fat, high-carb dishes. The grilled chicken had been chooped and tossed within the salad and ranch dressing covered the creation. At first, it smelled delicious...Now, it smelled like nothing.
Without the other Ditonno's, the huge estate was quite empty. There were no maids since the children had learned how to do responsibilities over the years. Faiqa preferred it that way, anyhoo. She enjoyed doing work for herself. In short, she wasn't a slacker. She sat on the long dining table, facing the door. Her head rested on her hand as she waited for her siblings to come home.
That's when Faiqa heard her phone, "The smell of your skin lingers, on me now..." That meant she had a message. She grabbed the blackberry from the dining table and read the message. It was from Dean. Dammit. Where the hell was he anyway?
Faiqa told Dean about dinner and expected him to come soon. She needed to talk to him about something...About Lissa. |
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