How Gansey Is Not Hiding Out At 300 Fox Way Essay

888 Words Jul 6th, 2015 4 Pages
Gansey was absolutely not hiding out at 300 Fox Way, no matter what the psychics insisted.
“So, you just going to keep sitting there all night?” Orla asked as she admired her newly-painted red nails. “Blue won’t be back until ten.”
“I know,” Gansey said. He’s been there when she’s left at two. It was now three. “Am I in the way?”
“Not really,” Orla said, but one of her eyebrows was slowly rising. She looked curious. Or hungry.
Calla swept into the kitchen, her purple shaw billowing out behind her. She looked very much the seer today.“Orla, leave the poor boy alone. Can’t you see he’s suffering from a broken heart?” she said dramatically, like she was reading from a script.
“I’m good with broken hearts,” Orla said at the same time as Gansey sputtered, “A broken heart?”
The phone rang.
“Orla, why don’t you get that?”
Orla sighed so deeply that Gansey was slightly worried that she might exhale one of her lungs, but she pushed herself away from the counter and stalked up to the phone/sewing/cat room.
Gansey was overcome with the feeling that he was not the most knowledgeable person in the room. It was very uncomfortable.
Calla put a hand on her hip. “You’re an idiot.”
“I don’t know what you’re insinuating.”
Calla rolled her eyes. “Oh, can it, Richie Rich boy. We both know what this’s about. Jealousy’s rolling off of you in waves.”
“I’m sure I don’t know what you mean-”
“Ronan and Adam. Ring any bells?”
Gansey frowned and glanced toward the doorway, like someone might be there,…

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