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Tiffany's Poem: Whispers from the past Part 10
Kitchen
"How could Debbie gotten in the room," demands Jarod "she would let me in."
Looking around the room Ethan says "By bringing her dinner to her." Laughter floats down to them. Glancing around the room "I didn't know my sisters were close."
"Their not," dismisses Syd "I don't think they have even met before today."
"How can you be sure," questions J.J. more laughter.
"I would have known about it," dismisses Jarod "ok."
"Jarod, I think J.J. might have a point," states Ethan "They sound awfully comfortable for people who just met." All the men in the room remain silent as they listen to the carefree laughter of the women who are currently upstairs in Miss Parker's room.
"I'm gonna kill her," growls Jarod as he dashes up the stairs.
Miss Parker's Room
"Well what do you think," ponders Miss Parker looking at the two woman in front of her "Should I waltz down there and inform the overprotective brat pack that I have known you," pointing to Emily "for years. And it was I who protected you from the Centre."
"Protected," laughs Emily "my ass, you kept everything Centre related way from me. Even denying me a picture of my brothers." Taking the pillow from behind her Emily hits Miss Parker on the leg.
"Cause I know *you* and I know you *brother* you're very much alike," snickers Miss Parker "Once you have any information you hunt until you have it all. And correct me if I'm wrong but wasn't that how Lyle found you?" Yanking the pillow put of her hand Miss Parker hits Emily on the side of her body.
Laughing Emily replies "Yes, but it lead you to Ethan."
"Well Miss P," injects Debbie "You're gonna have to tell them something soon," looking at her watch "because company is coming."
"Yep," sighing hard "Maybe I should just let'em answer the door." Glancing at each other a new round of giggle emerge. As a free for all pillow war starts.
*************************************** More? Dream And yes I have to ask.
Tiffany's Poem: Whispers from the past Part 10
Kitchen
"How could Debbie gotten in the room," demands Jarod "she would let me in."
Looking around the room Ethan says "By bringing her dinner to her." Laughter floats down to them. Glancing around the room "I didn't know my sisters were close."
"Their not," dismisses Syd "I don't think they have even met before today."
"How can you be sure," questions J.J. more laughter.
"I would have known about it," dismisses Jarod "ok."
"Jarod, I think J.J. might have a point," states Ethan "They sound awfully comfortable for people who just met." All the men in the room remain silent as they listen to the carefree laughter of the women who are currently upstairs in Miss Parker's room.
"I'm gonna kill her," growls Jarod as he dashes up the stairs.
Miss Parker's Room
"Well what do you think," ponders Miss Parker looking at the two woman in front of her "Should I waltz down there and inform the overprotective brat pack that I have known you," pointing to Emily "for years. And it was I who protected you from the Centre."
"Protected," laughs Emily "my ass, you kept everything Centre related way from me. Even denying me a picture of my brothers." Taking the pillow from behind her Emily hits Miss Parker on the leg.
"Cause I know *you* and I know you *brother* you're very much alike," snickers Miss Parker "Once you have any information you hunt until you have it all. And correct me if I'm wrong but wasn't that how Lyle found you?" Yanking the pillow put of her hand Miss Parker hits Emily on the side of her body.
Laughing Emily replies "Yes, but it lead you to Ethan."
"Well Miss P," injects Debbie "You're gonna have to tell them something soon," looking at her watch "because company is coming."
"Yep," sighing hard "Maybe I should just let'em answer the door." Glancing at each other a new round of giggle emerge. As a free for all pillow war starts.
*************************************** More? Dream And yes I have to ask.