His head swooned. The memories of Abigail's infidelity making him burn with hatred coupled with the hand of her lovely niece on his leg under the table was too much to process at once. For a moment, Melvin thought he was going to be sick.
"Excuse me for a moment," he said, pushing himself away from the table and standing up. What was wrong with him? Dizziness almost forced him back into his chair, but he fought it and headed towards the bathroom in lurching steps.
They watched him leave. Tina sipped at her drink for a moment, rolling her straw between two long fingers, the wheels of her mind turning thoughts through mental gears. She didn't remember Uncle Melvin being so cute.
Abigail turned a questioning gaze towards Richie and asked, "What was that all about?"
Richie shrugged, took another swallow of his beer and said, "Babe, the whole world is getting pissed on today." As the first waves of his beer buzz slipped over him, Richie felt that this statement explained everything.
Melvin closed the stall door behind him and collapsed on a toilet seat. He placed his hands on opposite sides of the stall for support as the entire world revolved around him. As the world began to slow its rotation, Melvin heard his cell phone ringing. His gut reaction told him that it was the witch.
"Mel, maybe we should move up our meeting," the witch said as soon as Melvin pressed the phone's talk button and held it against his ear. Her voice still had that silky hypnotic effect that he remembered, and it helped to steady Melvin's sense of balance.
"What's happening to me?" he said. His glasses dipped, and he had to take his remaining hand off one side of the stall and push them back on his nose. He realized that he could now sit without fear of falling over.
"A teeny tiny side effect of the love juice, my dear boy," the witch replied and began to talk in a singsong voice. "Oh baby... I've... got what you need... but you say you're just a friend. Oh, you say you're just a friend." Melvin recognized the tune, but the witch had changed the words. Then her tone of voice changed, and she purred, "So why don't you pop over so we can get friendly?"
"I... I don't... what are you talking about?"
The witch sighed into the phone, "Melvin. It's understandable that you're feeling drained. What you need is some sustenance, and this is exactly what I can provide. At the rate you're going, you're going to need it before your big date tonight. Now I've already called your hottie lawyer, and she's gonna swing by and pick you up after lunch. I have a feeling you're going to need a little pick me up."
Bạn cũng có thể thích
bình luận đoạn văn
Tính năng bình luận đoạn văn hiện đã có trên Web! Di chuyển chuột qua bất kỳ đoạn nào và nhấp vào biểu tượng để thêm nhận xét của bạn.
Ngoài ra, bạn luôn có thể tắt / bật nó trong Cài đặt.
ĐÃ NHẬN ĐƯỢC