CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
609 Words
“Ugh, I don’t know what’s so good about this evening when I am forced to come to this—” The older woman glanced around the apartment and grimaced as they settle in the living room. “—measly place.”
Though the bills and the rent for the apartment are paid for by them, I have to work a lot of jobs to afford our second-hand furniture’s and our groceries.
They agreed only to offer their help to a certain point before leaving the both of us to fend for ourselves.
Annoyed, my sister grumbles beneath her breath. “You forced yourself to come you rancid bit—”
Quickly covering her mouth before she could finish her sentence, I say politely. “We’re so sorry for the inconvenience aunt, but seeing as it's all we can afford, you’re just going to have to cope.”
I had to try really hard to keep the edge off my voice. I took a seat on the double couch across the both of them and Chloe slumps down by my side with a grunt.
“That’s true Vivian, we came here of our own volition so please shut it!” My uncle snaps, much to the surprise of Chloe and i as he tries to rub off whatever migraine he seems to be dealing with.
On rare occasions like this, when our uncle expresses that little bit of kindness and civility towards the both of us, I feel like all the humiliation can be forgotten. But that doesn’t mean he doesn’t have his faults. One of them being, he’s married to our aunt.
“Still upsetting though.” She grumbles with a huff, lifting her pointed chin with an air of haughtiness.
“Well, dinner is ready and it’ll only take a few minutes before the turkey should be ready too, what would you two like to drink while we wait?”
Swivelling to me, she regards me with a condescending look. “Like you have anything we want.”
That statement would have hurt if I cared. Sighing, she waves her hand in her husband’s direction as she stands. “Look Richard, tell them the reason we came by already so we can leave. I’m heading off to the car because am tired of breathing in this rancid air.”
I frown and glance between the both of them while a small smile stretches on Chloe’s lips. “You’re not staying for dinner?” She asks cheerily and my aunt whirls to stare at her with wide eyes.
She rests a hand on her chest and gasps dramatically. “Of course not, would I dress this way if I was staying here for dinner?”
We glanced at her attire, and for the first time since she walked into the apartment, I noted the fact that she’s dressed up.
Leaning back, Chloe snickers as she gives her a slow once over. “And here I thought you were embracing your inner clown.”
“You little brat!” She sneers in anger, her hands clenched by her side as she resisted the urge to raise it against Chloe in front of our uncle. “Considering the clothes you wear, I’m not surprised you don’t know what high-class fashion is. Just so you know, you little imp, I’m wearing an asymmetric wrap-effect cotton-blend dress. And we, are dressed up because we have a high-class party to attend.”
Grabbing her purse, she purses her lips and inclines a small nod in our direction. “If you’ll all excuse me.”
We silently watch her take her coat from the closet and storm out of the house, banging the door close behind her. “Gosh, she’s such a b—”
“So, uncle, what was it you wanted to talk about?”
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