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It was a cold December night in Texas.
Millie and Sallie May were lying on the couch together, cuddling for warmth under several layers of blankets. They had been watching whatever Christmas movies were playing on the TV for hours, and were getting quite bored of it.
Sallie May let out a yawn. “Hey Mils?”
“Yeah?” She yawned in return.
“Wanna play a game?”
Millie sat up a little to look back at her sister with a curious expression. “Depends. What kinda game?”
“One’a those,” Sallie May looked away in embarrassment, “‘would ya love me if I was a worm’ type things.”
Millie playfully smacked her sister’s arm. “That’s not a game, you silly!” she laughed. “Plus, you already know I’d love you if you were a worm.“
Sallie May’s gaze shifted to meet Millie’s own, staring at each other with a love that shouldn’t be shared between siblings, yet was one they shared anyway.
Their silence was broken by Sallie May coughing and looking away again, her face deep red. “S-so, uh, how’s that guy you’re datin’, that uh, what’s-his-face?” Her nose scrunched up in thought (and what Millie thought as disgust). “Mason? Marley?”
“Moxxie,” Millie replied softly, going back to her original position of lying on her sister to avoid continuing to look at her face. “And you know I don’t like talkin’ about him, Sal.”
“Well, I don’t like you datin’ him.” Sallie May hugged Millie close. “I know it’s for whatever ‘appearances’ and for Ma ‘n Pa’s sake, but c’mon Mils. Did you really have to go with that ?”
Millie gave an exhausted sigh. “He was the best I could find, I guess. I dunno. He’s… sweet ? And easy to convince.” She shifted. “Look, Sallie May, I really don’t wanna talk about my boyfriend during our private time . So just shut up ‘n keep holdin’ me.”
Sallie May nodded, though she knew Millie couldn’t see. She hated that Moxxie fella, hated that she and Millie couldn’t be open about their relationship and instead had to deal with Millie being in a relationship with that .
Oh well. It’s not worth it to dwell on things that she can’t change. And besides, what that possum of a man doesn’t know won’t hurt him.
…Right?