Used To It

The entire time she typed, Milton called and yelled at her through the bathroom door.

[Hi, this is the Jane your brother-in-law was mentioning in his last message. For what it is worth, I am truly sorry for the cruel pranks he is playing on you. If you do want to get him back for it, you should know people in government jobs get into an embarrassing situation far more easily than us civilians. A good batch of spiked brownies should do the trick, in my opinion. If you want to really screw with him, put the fake wife he gifted you in the trunk of his car. Anonymously report that you saw someone put a girl in a truck. That way he will get pulled over. I would personally love to see how he would get out of that one. Just so you know, I am deleting this text so he can’t see it. If you do respond, make it quick. You have three minutes. I am on your side, brother-in-law.]

Pandora bit her lip as she started to watch the time. After two and a half minutes, she started to feel a wave of sadnes