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I can set an alarm and take a power nap.
I nod, agreeing with myself. It’s obviously the most logical course of action and now that the decision has been made, I’m ultra aware of how uncomfortable these dang pants are. I don’t know why I thought jeans would be a good idea but I can’t stand the thought of having them on for a moment longer.
Even thinking about walking to my room before removing them sounds like torture. My pants are off and if I wasn’t so tired, I’d be running to my bedroom. It’s more like a jerky shuffle.
Climbing into bed is like heaven, the sheets are cool and my blanket is just the right amount of fluffy. I don’t think my head is fully resting on my pillow before sleep overtakes me.
Chapter Fifty-Nine
LOLA
“Istill don’t understand why it had to just be the two of us. Patrick gives great advice. He’s definitely more qualified than I am for this type of situation.” Elle grumbles as we walk side by side to Mabel’s house. We all live relatively close together, all of our homes on the Farm’s property.
Well, I haven’t built a house yet. I stay at the Big House with Mama, but Elle and Mabel each have their own homes that are close enough it’s just a casual stroll for us to get from one home to another.
“I don’t know but Mabel asked and as her sisters we are contractually obligated to come when she calls.” Elle grumbles something about ‘could be coming’ but I choose to ignore her.
We make it to Mabel’s front door, Elle knocks a little more aggressively than needed.
No answer.
“Huh, knock again.”
“Why do I have to knock again?”
“Did you forget about this giant dish of food in my hands?” I lift the aforementioned pan in Elle’s face and raise my eyebrows.
“Ugh, fine.” Elle knocks on the door again and this time, I’m pretty sure I hear wood cracking.
“Mabel! Open up!” Some type of sound squeaks out on the other side of the door.
“Coming!” Mabel calls from in the house, seconds later she throws open her front door. She looks wild.
Her hair is a sleep mussed, she’s blinking so rapidly I’m not sure she can actually see anything and…she’s not wearing pants.
“This is more serious than I thought.” I mutter, Elle rolls her eyes and walks into Mabel’s house.
“Come in, come in.” Mabel gestures for me to step past her like Elle just did. “Sorry, I took a nap. I thought I set an alarm but…” Mabel trails off, shaking her head like she’s trying to shake an explanation loose.
But she doesn’t say anything else.
She’s just standing in her entry way pantsless, door still open even though we’ve both walked in.
“Good fucking grief, Mabel. You want the whole Farm to see your ass?” Elle had almost made it into the living room but with Mabel’s failed sentence, I can see a flash of worry behind her grumpy expression.
I head to the kitchen area and set down the covered pan of food, when I turn back around the door is shut and Elle has Mabel tucked in her arms and they are walking towards her couch.
I’m quick to join them. The food can wait, something is clearly wrong with Mabel.
More than just not being able to get together with Paul. We get comfortable, Mabel and Elle on one couch, I perch on the other.
Elle is whispering what sounds like comforting words, Mabel’s head nods along before a single tear drop rolls down her cheek. I can’t take seeing my big sister like this.
“Alright, you need to tell us whatever the fuck it is that’s bothering you.”
My heart clenches at seeing her flinch at Elle’s words.
Is this my fault? Have I asked too much of her?
