scene twelve - bitch - year nine

“Denn’s a fucking bitch.”

Startled, their eyes flew open, as they hurried out of the way of a foul-mouthed T on the warpath. Whatever was going on, it was nothing to do with them—no, it was T’s business. Well, T and Cleo’s, they guessed, but that relationship was also nothing to do with them. They didn’t want to intrude on such a pure and beneficial partnership, with all their woes and cries for help. It wouldn’t be right. T was happy, and Cleo was happy. And, if they kept their nose out and stayed separate from all their business, they’d continue to be happy for as long as the relationship lasted.

“What’s gone on, babe?” And there she was—quiet but present. All the usual chatter had stilled, leaving space in the air for T’s next words.