27. The Red String

Missy pranced into Sellah's room and seized the spool of red thread. She waved it in Sellah's face demandingly. "Do you know what this is? Do you?"

"It's thread, Missy. Red thread. It's used to sew." Sellah knew that answer wasn't what Missy was after, but she also had absolutely no idea what it was that Missy was after.

"But it's red string!" She proclaimed it as if it were some magical revelation.

"Well, I guess if you want to be technical, thread can be called string--"

But Missy wasn't listening. "The Red String of Destiny!" She was holding the spool up like some idol to worship.

"Huh?"

Missy whirled upon her. "It ties two souls together! Isn't it so romantic?"

"Umm... Whatever you say, Missy."

"Oh, come on, Sellah. I swear, you haven't got a romantic bone in your body. You're almost as bad as a boy."

Sellah laughed at this. A sudden playful expression alighted upon her face. "Well, how do you know I'm not romantic?"

Missy's face was strangely dead pan. "You. Are. Never. Romantic."

Sellah winked and took the spool of thread back. "I guess not, hm?"