"Oh man, I just though of something really, really scary." Harper said while still fanning his bottom.
"What?" Rommie and Trance asked simultaneously.
"Jinx." They both said, again at the same time. Almost.
"I do believe I spoke three-tenths of a second before you did Trance. Therefore I am the winner and you are the loser." Rommie said with a smirk.
"Come on you two." Harper said. "I am talking mundo major scare factor here and you two are playing childish games." He looked from one to the other but neither would acknowledge him.
"Okay already." He sighed. "Rommie wins. You happy?" he asked her.
"Extremely." She said.
Trance, however, looked anything but happy.
"Trance, Trance, Trance." Harper said impatiently. "There, all better."
"Thanks, Harper." She said sweetly, while turning her nose up at Rommie.
"Can I continue with my big scary thought now?" He asked.
"Of course." The two women replied together.
Harper clamped a hand over each of their mouths before they could start again.
"What I was thinking about was…Tyr."
"What about him?" asked Trance.
"Yes, why would you be thinking of him? You should be thinking of how to fix me quicker." Rommie said.
"That is just it. If I fix you so that you no longer love him, he is going to be furious and then he will blame me for fixing you and come after me and grind my bones to make his bread or squeeze my eyes to make jelly. And I don't care if it is supposed to taste good on toast, I don't want my eyes squeezed!" Harper was steadily getting more agitated as he spoke and ended his panic attack with a squeal.
"Did any of that make sense to you?" Rommie asked.
"Not one little bit." Trance replied.
"Good, glad to know I am not the only one."
"HE WILL KILL ME!" Harper screamed. "You said it yourself Trance, victims of the love buggy can violently hate anyone they think is trying to come between them and their loved one."
"Did I say that?" Trance asked.
"Yes, you did." Rommie replied.
"Guess I shouldn't have said that."
"Probably not."
"So what are we supposed to do about it?" Harper asked.
"I have no idea." Trance said.
"Me either. Shall we get started on the repairs?" Rommie asked.
Harper just groaned.
A.N.-for any who may be fairy-tale illiterate (like my hubby) and to give credit where credit is due--- the grind his bones to make my bread is a reference to the giant in Jack and the beanstalk and the squeeze the eyes to make jelly is a line out of Shrek.