"How long do you suppose he's staying here?" Tiffany asked Rosanne. She was seated at the kitchen table staring dismally at a small glass of tomato juice and a tiny dab of peanut butter on a celery stalk. So this was a low calorie meal. It sucked. If it wasn't for the fact that almost nothing in her closet fit she wouldn't be bothering with this spartan nightmare.
"Do you mean Officer Van Husen?" Rosanne asked, her voice slightly reproving.
"Oh, don't be like that!"
"Like what?"
"Like a servant. You don't have to call him 'Officer Van Husen.' You can call him what I do: The Creep."
"Tiffany, I am your aunt's servant. That's my job. I'm her maid and it's nothing to be ashamed of. But even if I didn't work for your aunt, I would still call her guest Officer Van Husen. That's nothing more than simple human respect."
Tiffany took a bite of celery and peanut butter and chewed loudly. "Whatever. So when do you think he's leaving? I can tell Aunt Mavis wants him to go. She looks at him like he's a bad smell leftover from a pair of rancid sneakers. He's overstayed his welcome by about a month now."
"It's really none of our business," Rosanne said.
"The hell it isn't! I live here too and I'm tired of tripping over him all the time and I'm tired of having him in the background whenever I walk into a room. The romance is definitely over, don't you think?"
"Tiffany, I'm not going to discuss this with you or anyone else." Rosanne left the kitchen.
Tiffany glared at her retreating back. Rosanne was worse than a servant--she was subservient. Well, maybe she couldn't get St. Rosanne to agree with her, but Tiffany knew she was right: The Creep had worn out his welcome and it was just a matter of time until Aunt Mavis figured out some clever way to get rid of him.
Maybe I can help. But how? His wife knows about his affair so blackmail is out. That leaves work.
Tiffany concentrated hard for several long moments but came up blank. Oh, great. That meant she'd have to ask Tyler what to do. Yuck. Talk about scraping the bottom of the barrel.
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