“Happy Twix…”
Her uncle held up a hand. “No thank you. You know I despise a portmanteau.”
Walking into the dining room she saw he had placed himself at the head of the table where she had been sitting. She sat next to her cousin instead and smiled conspiratorially.
“How was your motel last night?”
She understood immediately. “Wonderful thanks. A frenemy recommended it.”
“Really? Did they do brunch?”
“No. I just chillaxed instead. I was so hangry when I got here though.”
They didn’t notice him leave but they just heard the door slam over their chortles.
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