You Are Mine Little Sister (by Syra Tucker) novel Chapter 178

"Hi. Didn't mean to startle you," she waved at me.

It made me wonder: had my fear been that obvious?

She had this kind of rigid face. Really beautiful, but set in a way that told you she didn't tolerate nonsense.

Even the way she appeared looked tough—Cargo pants with a black crop top. Her hair was held in a perfectly high ponytail.

"C—Can I help you with something?" My fingers found my necklace and worried it.

I had no idea why the hell I did that, but it was something I couldn't do without when I was nervous.

"Yeah. I was just looking for—" She paused.

She must've noticed what I was staring at—the red mark near her hairline. Did she get into a fight?

"A pharmacy," she finished. "Ran into a crackhead and got clipped." She touched the spot, light and dismissive. "Don't worry, he looks worse than I do."

I managed a small smile. "S—Sorry about that. I think there's one down the street. Just take your left when you get to the T-road."

She craned back to look down the street. "Got it. Thanks a lot, girl."

She started to go, then glanced around.

"You live here?" She tipped her chin toward the house. "Sorry if I'm being nosy. It just looks a lot like what my grandmother used to have. I used to like her place a lot."

I smiled again as I looked where she looked. Marovelle's house was old, yes, but it had the kind of warmth that made you imagine quilts and late-night tea. No one would call it modern—half the appliances sulked before they worked—but it was lovely in the way a well-read book is lovely.

"Thanks," I nodded at the coffee eyes lady. "I'll let her know someone complimented the house."

Good job, Rali. Social skills: a blazing thirty percent.

"Her?" She lifted a brow. "You live with your grandma as well? What a coincidence."

I laughed and shook my head. "I don't. And she'd kick you in the butts if she heard you called her that."

Impressive, Rali! I couldn't wait to tell my therapist about the awesome performance. She was going to be so proud she might buy me dinner.

"I see," she chuckled. "I better get going, then, so she doesn't meet me here and kick my ass. Thanks for the directions."

"Yeah, no problem."

We turned at the same time, me heading to the door.

'You see, Rali; it's fun when you interact with people.'

'There are a thousand people out there who are willing to be your friend.'

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