was a solid dagger. Now Marjorie was just toying with her. She had never felt so belittled in her life.
Marjorie, judging by the twisted smile and the spark of delight simmering in her eyes, made no effort to conceal the joy she felt at Simoneâs expense. âDarling . . .â she said, bubbling with self assertion, âyou need to take that, twenty and run along. âI have a dateââmaking an exaggerated gesture of checking her watchââand Iâve waste enough time with the likes of you.â
Simone and Marjorie had never really liked each other, they tolerated one another for the sake of Simon. Growing up, Simone had always gave the respect she gave to all adults, like she was taught. But Simone quickly learned that respect wasnât something to be given, it had to be earned. And this trick hadnât earned a damn ounce of anything.
Simone decided to take Marjorieâs advice, and get the fuck away from her. As she get up from the high back chair, Marjorie, adding insult to injury, said, âNo more freebies here.â And she didnât stop there. âYouâve freeloaded your whole lifeâOhhh . . . daddyâs little, precious girl. Well, that shit is over.â She raised her voice, âDone! Finito! Your daddyâs gone and that twenty dollars is the last thing youâre ever going to get from me.â The smile off glee was replaced by one of unadulterated hate. âYou will never see another penny of your fatherâs money. Iâm gonna see to that little girl. And what are you gonna do about it? Nothing! Thatâs what.â Marjorie went on, âBecause I have the best lawyer in the state and you donât have shit . . . not a gotdamn thing! Good luck with that in probate court. Now if you donât mind, get the fuck outta my house and try to figure out how youâre going to feed your grown-ass self.â
Simone seriously considered cracking Marjorie upside her poorly done surgically-enhanced joker face, but she wasnât a violent person. The last fight sheâd been in was the third grade with a girl named Charlotte. Charlotte, a white girl, had told another girl that Simone dad looked like the monkey Curious George from the book the class had to read. After Simone was done wearing Charlotteâs butt out on the playground by the sandbox, Charlotte would never even say the word monkey again.
âHow dare you,â Simone said with disdain of her own. âYou have the unmitigated gall to tell me, that I need to work while your selfish-ass is running around spreading me and my fatherâs hard earned money like its going out of style.
âYou mean my hard earned money,â said Marjorie, hands on her wide hips. âYou havenât the slightest clue to the shit I had to put up with.â
Simone gave Marjorie a sideways look as if she was crazy.
Unapologetic, Marjorie said, âI not only had to play mother to your spoil-ass, acting like I actually give a fuck if you win this pageant or that you have the nicest dress for the many proms and homecomings. Chile please. If that wasnât enough, I also had to deal with your dear daddyâs tiny-ass dick. That alone should be worth all the tea in China, having to fake, having to fake orgasms and please myself for twelve, long years. That manâs dick was smaller than a two year old babyâs.â
Before Simone had realized it, sheâd smacked Marjorie so hard sparks came from her face. The skinâso tight from surgeryânearly ripped to pieces. Yet, the expression on her face never changed.
Simone had no idea what had come over her, but she wasted no time taking advantage of Marjorieâs temporary shock. Simone cocked back as far as she could and blasted the witch one more time just because. It felt so good. One of Marjorieâs fur slippers heelâs wobbled, lost her balance, and busted her ass on the marble floor.
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