Elissa stared at her. Dee’s grin was slow and decidedly mischievous. “Just saying what everyone else is.” “I’m not his girlfriend!” Dee held her hands up, palms out. “Settle down, sister, before you stroke out.” “I don’t get it!” Elissa dropped the bags onto the counter. Without a hint of shame, Dee peeked into the bags. “I’m guessing these are for tonight?” “What? Yes.” “Glad to see you got the cheese and onion flavoured chips. Love ‘em.” “Forget the damned cheese and onion.” “Oohh, someone’s a little testy. Did you want the salt and vinegar instead?” “Forget the damned chips!” “You also got chicken flavoured and original. Just thought I’d point that out.” Elissa braced her hands on the counter. “What’s going on?” “Is something going on?” Dee continued checking the contents of the bags. “Yum, popcorn. Been ages since I had popcorn.” Elissa smacked Dee’s hand away from the bag. ‘Forget the damned popcorn.” “Did you just smack my hand?”
