DROP FOUR
“Cherry!” Pickle exclaimed and hugged her, no, squeezed her tight.
“Hi. I’m here. Yay,” Cherry said with a forced smile.
“Finally! I was worried, you never texted back. Nevermind, let me show you around. This is the house, and this is…”
Pickle droned on and on about the place, looking giddy. Cherry didn’t want to sour her mood, but she just wasn’t feeling it. Sure, she trusted her friend, and she was somewhat certain this wasn’t a trap of some kind, but she had been burned too many times already. She couldn’t help but wait for the other shoe to drop.
“This is the kitchen, it’s pretty much our meeting room. This is Hector’s ouzo, there’s a standard supply of it if you can stand it. This cupboard is my pickle pantry, you can have as much as you like.” She snatched an entire pi
