"Suze, bring me a glass of OJ," said Jake. So I did.
NO, this isn't a nightmare I'm having about him keeping me as a slave. I seriously have nothing better to do than to attend to my sick stepbrother on a Saturday.
Cee Cee is vacationing this weekend with her aunt in Sherman Oaks, Adam is visiting his olds, and Paul is packing. And Jesse, we all know his situation.
I guess I could IM Kelly or Debbie or even Gina once I'm done with Sleepy, or I could even...I shudder to say it - do my World Civ. homework. I am THAT bored.
I settled for washing my hair though. I relished my hot shower, and once I finally emerged from the bathroom, I found my princess phone was ringing.
"Hello?" I answered. I had no idea who it could be.
"Hey, Susie," came a syrup-sweet sarcastic voice. "I was hoping you could meet me? We have unfinished business." Those last five syllables stung like that damn bee in third grade. Only this time there was no Gina to pat my back and offer me gum.
Because even if Gina wasn't miles away, she still couldn't see the stinger (so to speak). Because this bee had unfinished business. And only ghosts have unfinished business. And only Maria De Silva had business concerning me.