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Run – Chapter 11
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Kenzi glared. ”You want to tell me what’s so funny?”
Bo waved her hand in a circular motion. ”This is not the Kenzi I remember.”
”A lot can happen in a year.” It came out a little harsh.
Any joy Bo felt at seeing Kenzi quickly leaked out of her. She needed to turn this around and offered a compliment. ”You look good. Happy.”
”We are,” Kenzi answered.
Back when they lived together in the clubhouse, the extent of their culinary skills went as far as the telephone and the neighborhood takeout menus. The hours spent in their underused kitchen—or on the threadbare couch or in each other’s bedrooms giddy as puppies—the ease with which Kenzi and Bo mined each other’s secrets year after year until every gem was out in the open: we used to mean us. But today, Kenzi issued the word like a challenge, a playground shove daring her to say something. Bo searched Kenzi’s eyes, blue and cold, for anything reminiscent of nostalgia, a hint that she may have missed their friendship even a little, that she had left a space open for forgiveness.
”Pass me the six inch would ’ya?”
Bo’s eyes looked around for a dagger or a blade lying about.
”It’s right behind you, Bo. It’s the small omelette pan hanging on the wall.”
”Oh.” Bo reached above her head, unhooked the pan, and passed it to Kenzi.
”Don’t look so surprised,” Kenzi chided her and continued to chop an array of produce that seemed exotic in Bo’s eyes. ”Lauren’s still the baker in the family. I pretty much take care of everything else.”
”So, you and Lauren are…close?” The tremor in her voice may have given away a slight twinge of jealousy Bo was trying to hide.
Kenzi glanced at Bo. ”You want to know something? Just ask it. Right now. The next two minutes you get a free pass.” Kenzi stabbed the cleaver into the wooden chopping block and wiped her hands against the apron wrapped around her waist.
”Did you two…ever…are you together?”
”That would be what you’re thinking.” Kenzi swiped the hair out of her eyes with the back of her hand. ”She’s my sister, Bo. Next question?”
Sister. Another word that punched her soul. Bo stared down at her hands and the fingers entwined on her lap. ”What can I do to be your sister again?”
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That was fantastic you had me worried for a while there I didn’t think you were going to put them back together when they left I thought that was it but the end was just perfect I really enjoyed this story and I hope you post something soon.