She despised me from day one.
Eleanor looked me over as if I’d tracked mud onto her marble floors.
« Working-class trash, are we? » she said, smiling only with her mouth. « How refreshing. »
She despised me from day one.
Ryan’s hand tightened around mine every time she called me that.
« Mom, don’t, » my boyfriend warned.
« I’m only being curious, darling. »
That was Eleanor. Never loud or messy. Just cold little knives tucked inside compliments.
Ryan’s hand tightened around mine.
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