MILDRED
THE LITTLE RENDEZVOUS
"You can't f*****g say something?" A smirk appeared on Marcella's perfectly lined lips.
This lady was growing into a threat and as the day went by, her plans seemed to be tilting. First, she wanted me to divorce Enid and now she was trying to uncover the truth behind my brown eyes.
"Why did you cut your hair? Why did you f*****g dye? Your eyes what the f**k did you do to them?"
I was nervous to the pits of my stomach, beads of perspiration trailed down my back beneath my dress. My lips shivered and I thought of how to answer her unnerving questions.
Instead, with a great shove, I pushed her aside quickly turning inside and heading straight towards the stairs hoping to disappear into the comforting room I stayed in.
I hurriedly selected my strides and
