 ~ Mrs. Steve Harrington ~ It be like that sometimes.
29. Obliviate
"Why would I do that? nineteen-year-old Rachel asked the ever so dramatic Regina who was lying on her bed. The aunt was nursing a recently mended broken left arm.
So much sass, Rachel Watson. Regina slapped her uninjured hand against her forehead, her eyes closed. Wont you do this for your aunt?
Erase the memory of a harmless fish jumping at you, then you falling over in the pond?
And me breaking my arm. Regina glared now. Its just one word. Obliviate. Go on.
I think not, Rachel said sitting down on the edge of the bed. My darling Aunt Regina. Its much more fun for you to remember!
Its not, Regina muttered. I was humiliated in front of Allen.
This, of course, made Rachel giggle. |