Harley swore with a rather unpleasant word not fit for polite company. She didn’t really much care. She wasn’t exactly polite company on her best days. “Damn thing does that all the time.”
She suddenly stopped rooting through the box to turn indignantly towards Laura. But her anger was not for the other girl, not in the least. “It took away my warehouse! For weeks, I couldn’t find it! I spend all that time, making it a nice hideout, stealing pillows and knick knacks, and then it was just gone! I think this place is out to get me.”
Having found nothing worth keeping in the box she’d been perusing, she tossed that one aside as well, moving on to the next. As she ripped the tape off the top, she commented, “Then I finally find it again, and you know what? There’s some guy there! Drooling on my pillows!” Muttering almost to herself she added, “Got even though. Ha.”
Then her fingers found something that made her eyes light up. Drawing out the crinkly bag, she flashed the beam of her small flashlight on it to confirm her suspicion. She crowed at her success. “Beef jerky, baby! We got us a feast! What else is in here?”