“Oh Rebecca, I’m SO very sorry about you losing your Mom. I just know how difficult this must be. How awful –“ Nancy continued talking in her sing song way. The words didn’t register. Her smile and obvious glee were such a contrast to the day. Everyone else was solemn, quiet. Rebecca felt the ire rising.
How DARE you, you fair-weathered friend. Not one returned phone call. No answered e-mails, snail mails, tweets – nothing but you show up for the tragedy. Really? You’re enjoying this. Eat shit and die!
“Thank you for coming, Nancy, help your self to some food.”
How DARE you, you fair-weathered friend. Not one returned phone call. No answered e-mails, snail mails, tweets – nothing but you show up for the tragedy. Really? You’re enjoying this. Eat shit and die!
“Thank you for coming, Nancy, help your self to some food.”
