The Unlikelies
Chapter 3 part 3
The hows & whys of Living Arrangement 1.0 – 3.0? Long story.
The Unlikelies. A diary novel. by Sosanni Valtsioti © 2025 Sosanni Valtsioti. All rights reserved.
The Unlikelies is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and events are either products of the author’s imagination or used fictitiously.
Outside.
I was pruning Rue, the potted rue plant, the one that sits by the front door.
Rue. Yup, the plant is known as ‘Rue’—
And rue is known to ward off the evil eye.
Honestly, with that smell, it could kill evil energy from fifty paces. That’s why it stands guard at my door.
We three need a guard like that around here.
Just as I was about to head back inside, I heard it.
“Oh, Dez! Yoo hoo!”
Ugh.
The yodelly call of doom.
Yodeled by none other than the (in)famous Mrs. Bridge. Speaking of the evil eye.
She insists on accompanying her husband, the one and only mailman of Sea Breeze, on his daily rounds.
What do they deliver every day?
Who even receives real mail nowadays, you know, paper in an envelope?
Do they still sell stamps for this kind of thing?
Anyway…
The Bridges.
They are jotworthy. (Yes, ‘jotworthy’ is a word.)
And I can’t resist writing a juicy jot right now.
I can’t resist.
Not to change the subject and go off track… But I neeeeed to write one more juicy jot before I get to the theatrics that came right after the yodel. 🤮