The sneaky girl thought she had the perfect heist in her hands. She believed that the afterthought of asking would cover her tracks. Her fatal flaw came from her own surprise as she noted the change of wallet. He turned quickly, anticipating the rush of sweet smugness, to tell her just how long the wallet had been changed. There she stood rifling through the bills in said wallet. He hesitated, the smugness crashed to the floor, and his left elbow jerked. He had never seen her looking in his wallet without first asking. His innocence smashed to the floor, mingling with the pool of freshly-dropped smug.
He inquired as to how dare she.
She claimed she had all intentions of asking.
He moved towards her.
She wanted to know what bills he had on hand before she asked for one so that she had no chance of being disappointed.
He told her that disappointment was a dish best served with lemon.
Just as he lunged for her, she threw the wallet into his chest, sending him into a tumbling reverse cartwheel. She made a dash, but he turned his tumble into an elegant sideways swan dive, landing just in front of the door, blocking her passage. He grabbed for her with both arms, surely one would land. She ducked and slid between his legs, leaving him hugging a great gulp of air. She stood and began a series of forward handsprings as he began darting keys from his ring at her. None met their mark, but their pinging against the living room wall startled her enough to run into the chaise. He seized the moment and dove for her ankle. Still dazed from the previous assault, she could not help but become his captive. He dragged her back toward the bedroom and swung her around like a lariat of long girlish hair and pajama pants. She cried for him to stop and he did, letting go at once. She flew through the air and landed upon the marshmallow bed.
They paused. Looked at each other.
She made an excuse.
He pushed aside the drying smug with his foot.
They ate scrambled eggs and toast.
The wallet sighed.
A panda bear wondered why he never learned Chinese.
The marshmallow bed hoped to one day become the perfect s'mores.
She asked him for the money. He complied. And the wallet. And the panda. And scrambie eggs. And the bed came one step closer to realizing its dream.
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