JamesShe stands as I enter.
You’ve aged….
And not gracefully either….
Her mouth pulls down at the corners and she’s wearing far too much make-up. She wears that ‘Marlene-smile’ that, even after so many years, still looks sham.
She wears loud, overly showy rings on fingers that end in red-varnished talons. Her clothes are designer-wear but don’t suit her, being cut for a much younger woman. The handbag by her on the conference table bears an expensive logo, but is scuffed at the corners.
“Hello, James. It’s nice to see you.”
I see no reason to be polite. I stand, arms folded, legs akimbo. “Is that right? That’s not what you said the last time we spoke.”
You ripped my guts out….
…. and enjoyed doing it….
She licks her lips, her voice cracking. “You’ve not changed much, have you? Sti
