"Poison," Mac said, smoothing his beak down an errant wing feather. "Suzetta never gets caught, and she's poisoned one half-sister, a second-cousin, and two rich great aunts — who, coincidentally, all left her a fortune in their wills."
"For the hundredth time, Suzette doesn't get caught because she isn't real. Everything she does is scripted." Davie shook his head, then turned back to the morning paper.
Mac hopped from his perch on the top of a kitchen chair, to the tabletop. He and Davie needed to take action now. Amanda was on the verge of killing them, and if his calculations were on the money, it was going to happen very soon. Probably today.
"It's Suzettah," Mac corrected. "And of course she's real. She's on The Bold and the Bitchy every morning. She's a famous fashion designer."
"She plays a fashion designer," Davie said, without looking at him.
Mac kept his irritation in check. Davie always tried to sound bored when he wanted to end a conversation. Lucky for Davie, Mac wasn't about to let this particular conversation drop. Their lives depended on him getting through to his buddy.
"Lindsay Parton's on TV," Mac said. "Is she, or is she not, real?"
Davie continued reading without looking up. "Lindsay Parton is real...well, most of her, anyway. But Suzetta, and Shelby, and Damian—they aren't real people. They're actors. There's a difference."
"So if you see someone making a cake on TV, it's not really a cake."
Davie looked up, then shook his head a little, an aggravating habit he'd picked up from that bitch Amanda. Without a word, he went to the cupboard and poured himself another cup of coffee.
"So you're not a poison kinda guy," Mac said nonchalantly. "How about suffocation?"
"Now you're being ridiculous." Davie sat back...
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...So that's what this is all about. You're jealous."
Mac ruffled his feathers, sending a downy feather fluttering to the floor. "Me? Jealous? Of that conniving bitch? Ha! Don’t make me laugh."
Davie frowned. "Please. You're getting loud again. You're gonna wake her up."
"Good. What kind of wife sleeps in every morning and then makes her husband fix his own breakfast?"
"The kind that works shift work. Look. We've been through this before—"
"Too many times. Listen to yourself. No one can work that many hours, every day of the week, week in and week out. She's up to no good, I tell you."
David rolled his eyes and snorted. "When don't you think Amanda's up to no good?"
"So now it's my fault she's a bitch?"
"It takes two to tango."
"That's what I've been trying to tell you!" Mac hopped from one foot to the other. "Take Tiffany on The Bold and the Bitchy."
"Let's not."
Alice looks down and said, “Oh yeah. If that’s what makes YOU happy,” and muttered under her breath, “You don’t even know…”
“Hey, you!” said a voice far down in the hallway. “So you’re the new girl, huh?”
“Shut up Ari, you’re such an idiot,” Lizzy declares, looking up from the couch with a glare.
Dennis finally has a burst of outrage, complaining that Mac lazes around the house and cannot complete or do anything correctly. Mac feels that Dennis is not appreciating his work and efforts, like making his “Mac’s Famous Mac ’n Cheese” every night and that he added a special ingredient. Dennis replies with, “Well, yeah I noticed! You put meat hunks in it! Wow!” Mac becomes angry and says, “Well of course Dennis would like Dennis!” Revealing that Dennis the dog died and they were consuming him as a meal. Mac begins to laugh maniacally as Dennis spits out the dog meat from his mouth. The scene ends as Dennis walks away from the table wanting to leave the house.
“ Why are you guys fighting over me? I like neither one of you.” Molly laughed walking away.
"Yes, impressive. Tell me, who is the Prima Donna?" Tromper interjected, irritating me slightly, he seems to be like a rude man.
“I didn’t get a chance to do my chores today. I was busy earlier, but I’ll make sure to get them done after work.”
Amanda: “You, you Olivia, Olivia Gaffron. She needs to get out and go see this show.”
“Why are you here?” Violet asks. Then I see her eyes land on my outfit. Her amber eyes widened. “Oh. That makes sense. Did you really get confused for me?”
“I can’t expect much of her, she is an Aries so they are naturally argumentative and agitated. Plus, she was adopted too.” Ryan said.
“You act as if that is a well known name, explain it miss” added Lizzie cutting into the conversation.
“You freak!” The main said while swiping at her in a panicked and uncoordinated way.
“Wait a minute. You are not here about Margaret. Do you know that two men kidnapped her and everyone is looking for her? What are you doing here?” Andrew asked, irritated.
“Not that I know of,” Angela said, shaking her head slightly in deep thought. “The only thing at all that I’ve done different from the norm is come back here to visit my sister.” “Alex,” Evan mumbled, but it was just vocal enough for Angela to hear. “You know my sister, Evan?” she asked, becoming contentious.
“I've found her! That one in the red sweater with the blackish-brown hair.” I said, pointing towards her.