Liberty's Sparkle (64)

   
   "Liberty's Sparkle (64)"
   
   Liberty immediately removed the dangling death of the noose, triumphantly tossing it in a wicker trash basket nearby, blurting:  "You won't be needing that, Rook."
   Bobby Rook eyed her with a soft grin, stood up, sauntered his way right up to her glowing face, grabbed her head, gently, from behind, feeling her long, golden ponytail, glared deeply and mysteriously into her glowing-green eyes, probing:  "What are we?"
   Liberty didn't back away, ingesting his soft, chocolate brown eyes, feeling the sorrow and lack of hope; next, she leaned in and kissed his full lips, mouth open just a bit, feeling his minty fresh air; then, she unlocked her lips, stepped back, and said:  "I don't know yet.  But it's like you're my brother or something.  Two hopeless souls meant to have no sibling rivalry, but a sweet, sophisticated synergy that sparks flames of faith divine."
   "That makes no sense."  Bobby Rook offered.
   Liberty was like all Valley Girl:  "Duh, only death makes sense.  So, we shall solve the mystery of life."
   Bobby Rook with:  "Which is?"
   Liberty professed:  "Loving everything, and driving the doom out of every soul."
   Bobby Rook back with:  "Bernie will probably lose, and Hillary has had a mortal head wound America has forgotten about, as well as the mention of it in Saint John's Book of Revelation."
   Liberty was like:  "Then we go all Buffy the Vampire Slayer, ya know."
   "I like that.  I like it plenty."  Bobby Rook grinning at his spiritual sister.