On Someone’s Shit List

Becky sobbed uncontrollably. “How could she be so insensitive?” “Oh, Sweetie,” Clarissa said, “You know how¬†that¬†woman can be. Always thinking about herself.” Clarissa rocked Becky in her arms. Judy came out of the kitchen carrying a tray with a teapot and several steaming mugs. She placed the tray down on the coffee table, placed coasters down in front of Clarissa […]