WHORE 3: a venal or unscrupulous person
“Who are you raving
about, if you don’t mind my asking?” he drawled, taking a sip of his whiskey,
ice cubes tinkling for effect. He set the glass down and pulled a bag of dope
out from the drawer.
“Put that away,” I
hissed. The kids are finishing up their homework, and I’ll have to get dinner
soon.” He slid the bag back under the notebooks and newspapers and reached for
a Marlboro instead.
“What are you going on
about, Cat?”
“I’ve just been by
Barbara and Carl’s,” I said slowly. I watched his face stiffen just a bit. I
walked over to where he sat and snatched up his whiskey. “They were not very
neighborly towards me,” I said and took a sip of the sharp, cold liquid, then
threw the entire glass in my husband’s face.
“Do you have any idea
what the two of you did?” I asked, ignoring my own little secret for the time
being. John rubbed his forehead where the tumbler had hit, then bent to
retrieve the ice cubes and pick up any stray pieces of glass he could find. He
would be stepping on them for weeks.
“I know what I did,”
John says succinctly. “I know what Barbara did.” He stood for effect. “And I
believe I know what you did.”
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3Fun Kymm!
ReplyDeleteOooh I like this. All the little details like the tightening of his face and the tinkling glass and more...! :D
ReplyDeleteHmmm...You know what they say about those in glass houses. I loved the descriptions.
ReplyDeleteGreat description. They've got it all going on, don't they? Whiskey, dope, cigarettes, sex... Great tension in the writing.
ReplyDeleteyikes! sounds like there are one too many secrets going on huh?
ReplyDeleteHey, thanks to all of you. Thus begins NaNoWriMo...
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