#Chapter30
A stupid deal
Carrington
While I endured the wonders of marriage, such as a frying pan getting thrown at me, Charles was negotiating with a particular Frazier boy. We’ll get to Charles in a minute.
/"Nikita!/"
The frying pan flew past my skull and struck the wall.
/"That’s not funny, Carri!/"
/"Well, neither is someone throwing a frying pan at you./"
/"Then don’t put ice down my back!/"
/"Come on! I always wanted to say Ice, Ice, Baby!/" Yeah, that earned a glare. /"Okay, you win./" I held up my hands in defeat and strolled into the living room.
After sitting down and picking up my hot cocoa, along with a newspaper, something landed in my lap. It caused me to flip out, scream, and scramble to my feet. I spilled my hot cocoa, which burned, and noticed what landed on me.
I picked up a counterfeit spider and noticed Nikita laughing. /"Oh, you think this is funny?/"
