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“Your dog shit in my flowers”

He gri sip from his tumbler as he eyed up his visitor

“Miss Ella”

“James”

An eyebrow shot up The woh Jack had told her several ti to do with his na less Just, Jack

She was a small little woood idea that she had been quite the beauty back in the day Her white hair was pulled into a casual bun that sat at the nape of her neck, her lips were bright pink She wore a dress that dwarfed her fraod-awful to look at coupled with the purple rain boots she wore A red rose was stuck haphazardly into her hair, and it was in danger of falling out

Coco, the little shit in question, sat in her ar happily, looking between the both of them

“Can I get you a drink?” he asked, not because he was being polite but because he already knew the answer

“I don’t drink and neither should you”

She really was the crankiest person he’d ever met

“Ah,” he replied conversationally “But everyone’s allowed a vice or two, don’t you think?”

She let Coco ju wrinkles in her dress But when she glanced up at hi he’d never seen before He wasn’t exactly sure what it was, and it was gone before he could get a handle on it, but there were ht

“So where were you?” she ignored his question with one of her own and helped herself to an overly ripe apple in the basket on the counter

“Did you miss me?” Jack downed his drink and poured hi a bit He wasn’t sure if it was because the scotch was just that dae off

She scowled “What in tarnation did Grace do to her hair?” She clucked and bit into the apple “I told that girl there was no way in hell any ht mind would look twice at a woman with hair like hers”