My Sweet, Silent Revenge

ight fel

br

snappe

ter, not on that thi

as my

m. Mine an

chipped nightstand, the di

Three ye

e the pills, befo

mmered agai

n't a

ooded back – Brenda, the thefts,

dea

as

e, impossible

on the f

Impa

Hende

ption. It w

this time, it was a

e pain of

called from the bathroom, his vo

or, flustered, ready to apolo

this

deliberately weak, "I think I have a

a performance for an audience of

came again, m

mbled. A moment later

stomp down

ice, "Brenda, I have you on my R

. Of c

it must be a mistake! So many packages, Sarah's always o

i

cold smile tou

uirm. Let

fuming but with her pills return

ch a fuss. And Sarah, you really should cut bac

ooking uncomfortable. "Mom,

a waved a dismissive hand. "It

feigned weakness. "A misunderstanding. You know, Brenda, you

ed. "Yeah, see, Mo

ing up slightly. "It's fo

cancel a few things. Those fancy cheese subscriptions Mike loves, your weekly magazine hauls, Brenda. An

ped. "Hey, now

soured. "Well,

-reasonable. "It's the responsible thing to do.

just the