THWACK 9
Phoebe's blood boiled. She had just received some disturbing news. How dare J.R. Chandler return to town after she had thwacked him away? Off to the Chandler mansion she tore, determined to rectify matters. J.R. would rue the day he defied the power of the thwack.
Winnifred answered the doorbell and stepped back to allow Phoebe inside, then promptly scurried away. Clearly, Phoebe's reputation had reached her ears.
Left alone to search the house at her leisure, Phoebe began her hunt. Luck was with her; J.R.'s voice drifted out of the living room, straight ahead. Phoebe made a beeline for it. At the edge of the room, she abruptly stopped. J.R. was indeed there, chatting on the phone, but he looked very different from the last time she had seen him. He had definitely changed for the better. Gone were the nervous tics and bizarre mannerisms. Absent was the shaky voice and intermittent eye contact. This new version of J.R.was much more confident and focused. In short, he was like another person entirely.
Phoebe smiled; it was good to see tangible evidence of one's success. Quietly, she backed out of the room without J.R. noticing her. Then she turned and headed for the front door, but who should step into her line of vision but Mary Smythe and Adam Chandler.
Phoebe's eyes narrowed. It looked like she'd get to thwack someone yet.
With a very fake, horrible, social smile, Mary approached Phoebe. "Mrs. Wallingford, it's so nice to see you. Now, why didn't that foolish maid inform me that you had come to visit? I'll have to have words with her about this oversight."
THWACK! With a mighty blow, Phoebe sent Mary reeling and knocked that annoying smirk off her face. "Gold-digging, opportunistic, classless, lying tramp of a Mommie Dearest," she rattled off.
Mary collapsed into the nearest chair, rubbing her head and gaping at Phoebe. Adam stooped over her in a disgusting display of concern.
Phoebe seized this golden opportunity and THWACK!, nailed Adam too, right upside the head. "Adam, you gullible, braindead old fool who invited Mary to live with you, managed to lose Chandler Enterprises without even knowing it, and attempted to secretly eavesdrop on your son in front of a roomful of people. You never used to be stupid."
She drove away content. She hadn't gotten the one she'd come for, but the tradeoff had been more than fair.
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More thwacks will be coming whenever I feel particularly inspired. If I haven't gotten to someone you requested, I might yet. Thanks for all the reviews. :) They are always appreciated.
Phoebe's blood boiled. She had just received some disturbing news. How dare J.R. Chandler return to town after she had thwacked him away? Off to the Chandler mansion she tore, determined to rectify matters. J.R. would rue the day he defied the power of the thwack.
Winnifred answered the doorbell and stepped back to allow Phoebe inside, then promptly scurried away. Clearly, Phoebe's reputation had reached her ears.
Left alone to search the house at her leisure, Phoebe began her hunt. Luck was with her; J.R.'s voice drifted out of the living room, straight ahead. Phoebe made a beeline for it. At the edge of the room, she abruptly stopped. J.R. was indeed there, chatting on the phone, but he looked very different from the last time she had seen him. He had definitely changed for the better. Gone were the nervous tics and bizarre mannerisms. Absent was the shaky voice and intermittent eye contact. This new version of J.R.was much more confident and focused. In short, he was like another person entirely.
Phoebe smiled; it was good to see tangible evidence of one's success. Quietly, she backed out of the room without J.R. noticing her. Then she turned and headed for the front door, but who should step into her line of vision but Mary Smythe and Adam Chandler.
Phoebe's eyes narrowed. It looked like she'd get to thwack someone yet.
With a very fake, horrible, social smile, Mary approached Phoebe. "Mrs. Wallingford, it's so nice to see you. Now, why didn't that foolish maid inform me that you had come to visit? I'll have to have words with her about this oversight."
THWACK! With a mighty blow, Phoebe sent Mary reeling and knocked that annoying smirk off her face. "Gold-digging, opportunistic, classless, lying tramp of a Mommie Dearest," she rattled off.
Mary collapsed into the nearest chair, rubbing her head and gaping at Phoebe. Adam stooped over her in a disgusting display of concern.
Phoebe seized this golden opportunity and THWACK!, nailed Adam too, right upside the head. "Adam, you gullible, braindead old fool who invited Mary to live with you, managed to lose Chandler Enterprises without even knowing it, and attempted to secretly eavesdrop on your son in front of a roomful of people. You never used to be stupid."
She drove away content. She hadn't gotten the one she'd come for, but the tradeoff had been more than fair.
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More thwacks will be coming whenever I feel particularly inspired. If I haven't gotten to someone you requested, I might yet. Thanks for all the reviews. :) They are always appreciated.