Reluctantly, Curtis let go of the runt. Bucky whined and swayed, holding her head with both hands, a grimace in her usually delicate looking face.
"Aiii," she complained, eyes tightly shut. "I think you gave me a concussion! Popped a vein! I have a hemorrhage and it's all your fault!"
"Nah," said Curtis waving her away, turning her attention to Mister IMMAEATCHOO and Miss You Touched My Chest. "She's used to it. That kid has a head harder than Rosemary's shell!"
"Speaking of Rosemary," mumbled Cameron now caressing Nabiya's hair. "I hope she isn't reading my magazines hidden underneath the bed. It'll ruin her poor tortoise like innocence."
Celestina blushed and Curtis roared with laughter. |