David seethed patiently as Susan screamed into her drive.
“There. Divorce papers. Signed. Like you wanted. You really didn’t need to poison Chester.”
Susan smiled sweetly. “Your flea-ridden mutt must’ve gobbled your vindaloo leftovers. Again.” The documents disappeared. “But, then, he’s none too bright. Like his owner.”
She paused on her threshold, considering.
“And don’t think you’ll capture Ginger. We both know he’s Jellicle-smart.”
David shrugged. “Yeah, he’s such a Rum Tum Tugger!”
Susan smirked and slammed the door.
David turned to leave when he recognized the scream.
Grinning, he samba’d nonchalantly to his car without looking back.
Link back to Julia’s Place.