Our Joys

Doris’s POV

“Hey you! That’s my nickname spitfire. Only I get to be called Billionaire by you, understand?” Jack complains as he holds Kurter by her chin. They are locking eyes, staring at each other lovingly. I for one doesn’t know just how they get time to love each other with all the fighting they do every time they are in one room.

“And here I thought you hate that calling in particular, with passion you said! I swear that rich people are the most weirdest with weird likes,” Caroline deadpanned. I watch as she replaces the covers of the cushions from grey to yellow. This woman hasn’t changed one bit. Still a sucker for bright colors, I shake my head at this.

“Now that’s not true. Rich or poor, people are all the same out there,” I defended. I mean look at me, am I weird?