Page 85 of The Fiancée Farce
Tansy (8:19 p.m.):I wasn’t to know what you were thinking. Honest.
Tansy (8:20 p.m.):*want to know. Ugh, stupid phone.
Tansy (8:22 p.m.):Tell me. Please.
Gemma (8:23 p.m.):I suppose since you asked so nicely...??
Gemma (8:23 p.m.):We’re getting married on December16. Meaning I should probably move in soon.
Tansy (8:24 p.m.):That sounds good.
Tansy (8:24 p.m.):I mean, it sounds logical. It makes sense.
Gemma (8:26 p.m.):Good.
Gemma (8:26 p.m.):Heaven forbid our cohabitation be nonsensical.
Tansy (8:29 p.m.):Don’t tease me.
Gemma (8:30 p.m.):Turnabout is fair play, darling.
Tansy (8:31 p.m.):??
Gemma (8:33 p.m.):You’re cute when you pout.
Tansy (8:34 p.m.):You can’t see me.
Gemma (8:37 p.m.):I’ve seen you pout before. I have a perfectly good mental image of what you look like.
Gemma (8:38 p.m.):That, and I have a vivid imagination.
Gemma (8:38 p.m.):Some might even call it explicit.??
Tansy (8:39 p.m.):That doesn’t surprise me in the slightest.
Gemma (8:40 p.m.):Indeed. My mind is rather... cinematic.
Tansy (8:44 p.m.):Just to be clear, are we talking cinematic as in Oscars or OnlyFans?
Gemma (8:46 p.m.):Tansy! I’ll have you know, my mind is as pure as the driven snow.??
Gemma (8:47 p.m.):Your suggestion on the other hand makes me awfully curious about where *your* head is at.
Tansy (8:47 p.m.):Pure as the driven over snow, maybe.
Gemma (8:48 p.m.):Words hurt, Tansy.
Tansy (8:48 p.m.):So sorry.
Gemma (8:49 p.m.):I wouldn’t say no if you wanted to kiss it better.
Tansy (8:50 p.m.):??
Tansy (8:50 p.m.):Better?
Gemma (8:51 p.m.):Loads.
Gemma (8:51 p.m.):Now, what are you doing this Saturday? Max has a Range Rover, and since I’m leaving my furniture, there’s no need to rent a U-Haul. I should be able to finish boxing up my things by then.
