Hayloft Kids
9: A Bet
We stopped fighting when the spectators left. Cricket had given me a few bruises, a scratch, and a good kick in the gut. She, in turn, was bedraggled, black, and soiled. If she'd seen her hair…
"I bet you can't even be elegant even for one night," snarled Cricket.
"Twenty bucks," I said coolly.
"Deal."
I met up with the team in the house.
I marched up to Johnny, informed him I was sore at him, and asked Aunt Louise where I my room was.
I cleaned up, put on a pair of jeans (in a long, long, time!), and a black t-shirt that said, "FYI, I've had a bad day. Get out of my way" in neon green block letters.
I stood before a full length mirror and liked what I saw. I had some curves, at least, to battle with, and the shirt a nice neckline that wasn't so daring but low all the same. I turned to the side ad smiled. I had a considerable butt, at least.
Someone knocked at the door. "Maggie, it's dinner time, in case you wanna eat," Zak called, opening the door.
I knew I didn't' have to blush so I didn't when he raised his eyebrows ands said, "Ooh, what's the get-up for? Johnny?" I rolled my eyes and told him that we weren't expected to wear our suits when we were on leave.
So I tripped down the stairs, and when Johnny saw me, his eyes didn't really boggle, but they just got a sort of glassy look in them. Then he looked down and said we had casserole.
