Author's Note – randomness inspired by the loss of blood flow to my feet.
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Joanne stood at the kitchen sink, washing the pile of week-old dishes. Maureen was laying on her back on the couch with her feet in the air.
"Pookie, my feet are cold."
"Then maybe you should get them out of the air," Joanne replied, rolling her eyes.
"Hey, good idea!" She dropped her bare feet onto the couch.
Two minutes later…
"Pookie, my feet are still cold."
Joanne groaned. "So put the blanket on them." She gestured to the blanket sitting inches away from Maureen.
"Alright!" Maureen cheerfully answered.
Five minutes later…
"Pookie, my feet are sti-"
Joanne cut her off. "So put some shoes and socks on, dammit!"
"Okay, okay…bitch…"
"What was that?"
"Nothing…love you, Pookie."
"Yeah, yeah…sure ya do."
Ten minutes later…
"Hey, uh…Pookie? My hands are cold…"
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Sorry that was so random and short and well…weird! Review please!
