Tucker Cummings

Chapter 363: Exit Strategy, or The Last Time I Saw Ripley

In Uncategorized on December 29, 2011 at 2:09 am

There’s clearly something on Ripley’s mind. I don’t know what.

We pass each other in a hallway. I’m starting to show at the seams.

Casual hello. It’s me, Margery. Act naturally, I instruct myself silently.

“Heya, Rips!” I bark, and immediately am sure she’s seen right through to the heart of me.

Miraculously, she seems unfazed by my lack of cool.

“Margery, hey. No time to talk. You look busy, too. Come by my rooms later for dinner? I’ll make that seafood stew you like.”

“Sounds great,” I say convincingly.

But it’s not going to happen. I have other plans.

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