Jessica's Locked in the Bathroom

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   Sugar scowled and reread the note:

 Sug- I went out for a bit. You-know-who has a problem with the

  You-know-what. I should back tonight.

Kisses, Lu

 
PS Don’t let Jessica out of the bathroom.

He did know who. Lulu’s newest pet project, Devvy. He knew he didn’t have any right to complain, he’d been one of Lulu’s pet projects once. But something about the scatterbrained girl rubbed him the wrong way. It didn’t help that she attracted trouble like flies to honey. Big, fat, messy, semi-illegal flies. And it really didn’t help that she was an elf. Sighing, he pinched the bridge of his nose; just thinking about her gave him a headache. He crumpled the note and tossed it in the trash. Or at least tried to, it was over-due for a taking out and was now a bit overflowing. It could wait until tomorrow.

He lay down on the pull-out sofa, which served as his bed, to wait. He turned on the tv; overly cheerful people with overly white teeth assured him he too could have remarkable weight loss with the new RediLoss^TM system. Where was the remote? He fumbled around between the pillows, but only came up with a half-eaten bag of Doritos. Make that stale Doritos, he noted after sampling one.

Jessica was mewling plaintively in the bathroom. He wondered what she’d done to deserve exile. One hairball too many, he supposed. Or possibly shredding a prized piece of clothing. The damn cat had the same taste as her mistress.

It was after midnight when Lulu made an appearance.