Number 17
“You’re the one who had the cigarettes last!”
“Now, WHERE ARE THEY?!” Samantha yelled..
With a glazed look on her face, Jillian simply blinked and turned her lips up into a sideways smile.
The black terrier stopped scratching its side and turned attentively toward Samantha with its ears perked up.
Without waiting for Jillian’s reply, Samantha continued to shuffle through piles of papers, overdue bills, and empty fast food containers. She irately persisted in her search for the missing pack of smokes.
“They were just here yesterday,” she added peevishly.
Jillian let out a giggle and went back to watching the television.
“Look I am already late for work,” Sam complained. “Can’t you get off your ass and do something?” Samantha plopped down on the futon next to Jill and laced up her sneakers all the while continuing to sift through the mess looking for the cigarettes.
With her shoes securely fastened, Sam walked over in front of the TV and dramatically grabbed the remote and abruptly shut off the squawk box.
The screen flipped to black as Samantha glared with rage at Jill who bust out laughing uncontrollably as she rolled back and forth on the futon.
Noticing the open pack cigarettes next to Jill’s ashtray, Sam snapped them up and stormed out the door closing it with a loud WHACK!
Jill picked up her blunt and took another hit.
The dog went back to scratching itself again with a look of bewilderment on its face.
