We Had A Marathon Session
I switched off the gas stove, washed my hands and came out of the kitchen.
The ding-dong of the doorbell was unrelenting.
The morning air was chilly.
I grabbed a shawl from the sofa.
When I opened the door, I saw two faces that were frostier than the biting north wind.
Shannon laid into me without a preamble.
‘You bitch, you dirty little whore! What kind of depraved cunt seduces her own uncle? You nasty piece of shit! Slut!’
Her spittle sprayed onto my face.
When she raised her right arm, I ducked instinctively.
Shannon and Rainey took advantage of the opportunity and pushed past me.
They stood in the entry hallway and took in the living room.
They saw my pink fuzzy slippers, my Gucci embroidered wool coat, and my Bottega Veneta Mary Jane pumps.
Every sign told them I’d been living here for a while now.
‘Where’s Kieran?’
Rainey was more refined.
She didn’t launch into a string of expletives like her mother.
But I didn’t miss the murderous rage in her eyes.
My good mood from a minute ag
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