“Honey, did you call the plumber yet? I can’t clean the kitchen with no water, and it’s building up here, quite a mess, really.”
“I thought you were going to call! Now it’s Friday already and we’d have to pay a fortune to get a plumber out on the weekend.”
“How about your dad? He’s good with this sort of thing.”
“You know what happened last time. . .then we had to get a real plumber!”
“He meant well. So we could get a hotel, just for the weekend. Just me and you and. . .”
”Room service!”
“Humph”, groaning.
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The Bag Lady 
Dear Rugby,
Welcome to Friday Fictioneers. It seems she might’ve had an ulterior motive. 😉
Shalom,
Rochelle
PS I added your link to the inLinks. Putting the link in my comment section will bring you one reader…me.
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I dont have good luck with the link things.
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No worries. I linked you. 😉
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Thank you!
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Welcome to Friday Fictioneers, Rugby! What a great entry for this prompt. I’m with her… an excellent excuse for a romantic getaway…
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Welcome to our somewhat crazy group! Very good opus 🙂
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Thank you for reading!
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Lol
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