“You can have everything!” The way she screamed echoed every fear her former countenance tried to hide. She was afraid, and now her adversary knew. She could feel the fear running down her spine and shuddered at the thought of the worst that could happen.
Are you sure?
Yes! Make a list, I’ll get everything on it. Just step back from the edge.
Oh no no, you used this trick on me before and didn’t keep your end of that bargain.
That was before. It won’t happen this time. You’re standing too close.
She tried another tactic. This is blackmail, you know! How can you blackmail your own sister like this?
It had been approximately three weeks of working on hands and knees, painting the mural. The work around the edge was the final part, still wet, and she knew if her little sister dropped her raised foot into 500 hours of effort, the police would have a busy day locating all her body parts.
She tried anger before; it didn’t work. Now she was back to begging.
I’m serious, give me the list. I’ll buy it on my way back.
For half a second, it looked like her little sister’s intrusive thoughts would win.
And you also promise not to beat me or chase me if I move back?
Yes!
She stared for half a second, then hopped back on the other foot, away from the work of art.
Only then did the artist’s heart start to beat normally, but the peace did not last long.
“I’m going to kill you!” she screamed and gave chase.
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