Her Favorite Tragicomedy
gen, vignette, Emilie Lockheart, Tom Brand
Emilie smiled, the very image of the cat with its cream. "Hey, Tom."
Tom looked at Emilie, sensing trouble. "Hey."
"Your mystery boy's name is Fuma," Emilie said, gliding up to him. "Today, he fought off the same bullies you did yesterday. For David Corey. David said Fuma had high praise for you. I think it's cute, you two pretending to be super pals." Her smile turned vicious. "I always did."
"What?"
"He'll destroy you, atom by atom," Emilie said, and walked off. She loved daytime television for the same reason she loved her boys; they were so wonderfully theatrical.