DROP FIFTY-FOUR
Pickle knocked on his workshop’s door. Her knock was soft, timid. She held a lipstick on the same hand.
“Yeah? Is there a fire or something?” Hector shouted through it.
Pickle rested her head on the wood. “No, I needed to admit something to you.”
“So, no fire then. Pickle, I have one rule, when the door is shut-”
Pickle opened the door and walked in. She didn’t care if he was naked or wanking off or anything, she needed to get this off her chest. Hector was just cleaning his electric shaver. She paced up and down not saying anything for a full two minutes.
Hector chuckled, shaking his head slowly. “Pickle, you think I don’t know you’re keeping things from me? I get it, it’s just how your mind works. You’re always scheming-”
“I’m not scheming!” she complained, her voi
