Sisters Do Not See Same Thing
Jacque was rude she says.
Darla was more rude, I reply.
We had been sitting on the same couch, right?
Darla interrupted Jacque every time she tried to speak.
Well, yes but what about Jacque’s face?
Why did she have that stupid smile on it the whole time?
I have a smile like that when I am completely uncomfortable I say.
She looks at me. You think she was?
I know she was! I was!
Really? I loved watching the drama.
I am staring at her, with my mouth open.
Probably giving her my uncomfortable smile.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2020
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