Entry 9GQYq49G
Go Pluck Your Feathers
Status: In progressLang: EnglishRevised:
Start at chapter oneNot yet catalogued
Contents
1 chapter · 1 chapter readable hereAbstract
Harold Cletcher was allergic to hair. For the three years we were married, I kept my head shaved for his sake.
Then I saw him plucking his widowed sister-in-law's gray hair lovingly. I kept quiet, but when he invited her over for dinner the next day, I grabbed three live chickens from the kitchen and hurled them at his face.
"Come on, defeather them. You know you love it. If you get an allergic reaction, I'll take you to the hospital. If you don't, we're done."
Harold frowned. Before he could say anything, Wendy Shaw pulled him behind her, her eyes reddening.
Cross-references
- Choose All, Survive All1 chapter readable here—In progress
- He Canceled 99 Weddings, Now He Wants Me Back1 chapter readable here—In progress
- The Wind Didn’t Know I Once Loved Him1 chapter readable here—In progress
- I Refused to Die, and He Was Shocked1 chapter readable here—In progress
- Karma1 chapter readable here—In progress
- Haunting My Ex’s Girlfriend1 chapter readable here—In progress