That night, Molly threw her purse and sweater onto the ottoman at her front door and swam to the kitchen. She picked up an apple from the counter and took a big juicy bite. Minutes later, Gil came through the door, clutching his leather jacket in his left hand. He started passionately at his girlfriend. "I have an idea on how to get Oona and Nonny together!"
"Forget it," she said as she took another bite out of the fruit. "I don't want to hear it."
"Why not?"
"Oona doesn't deserve someone as cold-hearted as Nonny."
"What?"
Molly sighed and narrowed her eyes at Gil. "Did Nonny even tell you about what happened?"
"No."
She sighed again and told Gil the story. He raised his eyebrows many time throughout Oona's story as well as stroked his chin. Gil crossed his arms when Molly was finished. "Wow. I can't believe it."
"I know."
"Oona was downright cruel!"
"What?!" Molly shouted.
"It's so obvious, Molly! Nonny poured his heart into that project and Oona ruined it in an instant!"
"Are you SERIOUS?! YOU CAN'T BLAME HER GIVEN THE WAY HE TREATED HER ALL THIS TIME!"
Gil shook his head. "I can't believe someone as innocent as Oona would do such a thing."
Molly scoffed and shot her boyfriend a dirty look. Who is this guy? she thought. No one I know.
"You're sleeping on the couch tonight."
"What?"
"You heard me," Molly said as she swam backwards to her bedroom. "Sleeping. On. The. Couch."
The door slammed. Gil stared at the futon and plopped down. He glanced out the window and slowly flicked the lights off to go to bed.
