Angie offered her a tight smile. “Funny but no, I sincerely want what’s best for you.” Flora bit a chunk off a wedge of cheese. Numb, Angie could only stare. She rose quickly, tears stinging her eyes and crossed to the sink. She furiously blinked her tears back, not wanting Flora to see or notice her jealousy. She dumped the remains of her snack into the waste basket, rinsed off her plate then grabbed her cell phone and headed for the door.
At the sound of Angie leaving, Flora glanced up. “Where are you going?”
“For a walk,” she replied, trying her best to keep the tears from her voice. She closed the door behind her.
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Angie walked down the street, her chin bumped dejectedly against her chest. She wanted to despise Flora for the hurtful things she had said about her but found she couldn’t. Not when she was right.
She was edgy and felt that she wasn’t much fun either. But how could she be fun? She cried in silent frustrations. She didn’t know what fun was anymore. She was swimming in debt and was not allowed to have fun anymore.
After her parents’ death, Flora’s father assumed guardianship of her. She caught the lower tip of her lip between her teeth, feeling a stab of guilt for her less than charitable thoughts towards Flora’s dad. Life hadn’t been kind to her or Flora, she thought.