When I got to the stage, my eye burned, but unfortunately, I could see well enough to know that True had chosen our song.
“No. I’m not singing that.”
“Please? Pretty please!” True held her hands in prayer mode and gave me a sad puppy dog look.
“No way.”
“I’m having so much fun, and this song will make it that much better!”
“Still no.”
“I didn’t want to do this.” True batted her eyelashes at me, then reached inside her jeans pocket and pulled out a playing card. She slapped it into my hand. “Bride Card.”
“Dang it.”
The Bride Card was a wild card that meant anyone in the bridal - or groom’s - party had to give the bride-to-be what she wanted. But, once it was used, the wild card benefits were transferred to the cardholder. Now, I had a wild card.
But I couldn’t Uno Reverse The Bride Card, or we’d be here all night. That meant I had to sing her song. “Hand me a microphone.”
Chapter 33
Rowan Rafferty teaches Home Economics
Jesse hadno idea where the cleaning supplies were when we started, but he sure as shit knew where they were two hours later.
We stood next to the stacked washer/dryer.
“Good. You put all the dark clothes in the washer,” I praised him. “Now, what do you do?”
He picked up a dryer sheet, and I shook my head. He then picked up the bottle of bleach, and I sighed. He tentatively reached for the detergent, and I held my breath. I nodded encouragingly, and he picked up laundry detergent.
“That’s good. Laundry detergent. Now, how much do you put in there?” I asked.
He pursed his lips in thought. “A capful?”
“No. That’s too much and will ruin the machine and the laundry. You only want to put in about two tablespoons worth. These are high-efficiency washers. They don’t take much,” I said. I pointed to the lowest line on the cap. “That’s about two tablespoons. Go ahead. Add the detergent.”
Jesse followed directions and started a laundry load without creating a soap bubble rave in his apartment, unlike our experience with the dishwasher, where he dumped half a bottleof dish detergent in the machine. Thankfully, I caught him doing it before we turned the thing on. I felt like I couldn’t turn my back on him, or he’d start another fire.
The dryer beeped.
“Okay. That sound means the dryer is done, and the clothes are ready to be put away.” I said.
“Great. True can get that when she comes home.” Jesse tried to walk past me toward the couch, but I blocked him and shook my head.
“No. What did I tell you?”
He rolled his eyes. “I live here, too. I need to contribute.”
“Exactly.”
“Ugh,” Jesse groaned as he pulled clothes out of the dryer and dumped them into a laundry basket. “This is so boring. Why can’t True do it.”
“You don’t think it’s boring for True, too? Why should she have to do all the boring stuff?”
“Maybe she likes doing things for me?” Jesse countered. “People do stuff for me all the time. It’s not my fault if it’s stuff like laundry.”
I glared at him.
