Love Burned, She Rose Unscathed

After breakfast, Roseanne got started on some house cleaning.

It had been a fortnight since the last deep clean, and the dust had accumulated in more places than she cared to admit. Before she knew it, the morning had slipped away.

After a brief lunch break, she decided to head out for some groceries. Just as she got dressed, her phone rang. It was Leda. "Hey Anne, you home?"

"Yeah, what's up?"

"I just... I've been craving your cooking."

Their friendship had weathered enough storms for Roseanne to immediately pick up on the unspoken heaviness in Leda's voice. "What's wrong? Something happen?"

"No, it's... it's nothing. Just been a while, missed you is all," came the muffled reply.

Roseanne paused, choosing not to press further. "Then come over. I'll cook."

"Awesome! I'll be there in forty!"

Roseanne hurried out to shop for groceries. By the time she returned, Leda was right on her heels.

As soon as she walked in, she clung to Roseanne, refusing to let go. "You always know just what I like."

Hearing the bitterness in her words, Roseanne guessed it probably had something to do with Nola. "Alright, go chill for a bit. I'll get dinner started. Won't be long."

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they just kept opening

were flushed,

showed no signs of stopping, Roseanne began to feel a headache

of beer. I'll grab a couple

towards the fridge, nearly tripping after just a few steps. Roseanne quickly steadied her. "Careful! You'll

you don't believe in my tolerance? How could I be drunk after just a few?

help but mutter under her

keen ears, caught that. "You don't believe

"...We're out of beer."

let's

Roseanne was dumbfounded.