Literature
What Dreams May Become 13
by grapehyacinth
Apparently the phone was ringing, but I was too wrapped up in washing our clothes to hear it. Well, I couldn't get it anyway – I was a washing machine at present.
My husband came over to me, sticking the phone out. “It's for you.”
I stared at him like he was stupid. “Um, Roman, washing machines find it hard to take phone calls. You know, the whole 'not having any hands' thing?”
“It's that girl Tammy again. She wants your notes...again.”
I sighed. I had made the mistake of giving this girl the notes to our Biochemistry class once, and now she was constantly after me. I'd only