11
Some people are like clingy dogs. I couldn’t
get rid of Derek, and now Sarah showed up,
like a scorned wife. Twelve–year–old Alex,
almost six feet tall, was with her.
“Lily, how dare you come back!”
“Derek’s my husband. Get lost!”
Alex scoffed and bumped Sarah. I called
security. “Derek’s a loser. No one else will
want him. You’re the same.”
Sarah sneered. Her once–beautiful face was
<
haggard, worn by marriage.
“Who do you think you are? A country woman
kicked out by the Grants, pretending to be
successful?”
Alex insulted Sarah, disgusted. “Shut up!”
“Who are you? A lonely madwoman at home.”
The look was familiar. Seven years ago, it
was directed at me.
Sarah attacked Alex, crying about raising him
and working hard. The noise was disrupting
the office. Security arrived.
“Get them out. They’re not allowed in again
without my permission.”
Alex, angry, pushed past security, demanding,
“Lily, come home with me. I booked a five-
star chef for your welcome party.”
