"Hic, hic, hic…hic!" I walked through the printing room and ambled into the kitchen. The ever persistent hiccupping was seriously irritating me. And apparently James too.
"Sarah, isn't there any possible way to get rid of those hiccups? They're driving me crazy!"
'About what? The fact that Sarah likes you and you're too chicken to tell her you like her too?' I thought. I laughed at my thinking and looked at the plate Sarah had set in front of me.
"Thank you Sarah." She nodded because she didn't want to hiccup again.
"Sarah? Am I allowed to have dinner too?" James asked impatiently. He was obviously used to being served first; but Sarah had served me first today.
"Here, your royal maje…hic!" Sarah hiccupped in the middle of her sentence and dropped the plate on James' foot. He swore and jumped up and down on one foot, holding the other. I found this hilarious.
"Henri! How can you be laughing at me?" James asked.
"It was funny." I said.
"You should be laughing at Sarah, not me! I mean did you see her face when she dropped that plate? And what about her hiccupping? Forget Paul Revere; Sarah could've woken up the whole city just by hiccupping!" James said in between laughs and gasps for breath. Sarah looked at James and me with a terrifying expression on her face and told us firmly to clean up. Of course, there were a few stray hiccups thrown in, too. She left the kitchen and I looked at James. We laughed harder than ever while we cleaned and finished eating.
After a while, we cleaned the printing press and set up for the next day. As Sarah picked up the bottle of ink to put in the press, much like she'd done at dinner, she hiccupped and spilled the ink.
"Oh no, that was the last bottle of ink we had!" James groaned while Sarah complained.
"My hair has-hic- ink in it and my- hic- dress is-hic- ruined! I can't-hic- stand the- hic-hiccups!" Hearing this, I came up with a plan to not only get rid of Sarah's hiccups and humiliate her and James.