I was fuming. He was the most irritating person I knew. And with me, explosive anger = incoherency. Prepare yourself. I’m so pathetic it’s almost indecent.
I started yelling. And trust me, he deserved the too-close-for-comfort view of my tonsils.
“I hate you!”
“What did I do?”
“Go to h-” My voice abruptly stopped on the “it” word. Ugh. Here we go. I tried again.
“Go to h- ....Go there!”
“THERE, GO THERE !! THERE !”
“The place with flames! The devil’s…hometown!!”
He stared at me with fear in his heart. I sympathized for about…one second. Then I got over it.
“GO. TO. H-” An eye twitched.
“Fire! Brimstone! The Underworld! Beezlebub’s hidey-hole…The place where you’re going!”
“Um…away from you?”
I yanked him back and he staggered into me.
He growled: “What the hell?”
I beamed and promptly kissed him on the cheek. My torture was over, ended, gone forever.
Wait a second…