I blink at the paper pissed beyond imagination.
'Hmm.' I nod dismissively, inhaling the rising rage along with a few of my favorite vocabulary that is dancing on the tips of my tongue.
In my mind, a loud what the f**k revolves at full velocity. And then I'm blinking into Mrs. Jonas's icy blue eyes.
'What?' The lady looks flat out like a little bratty princess who is going to throw a tantrum any moment now.
Any moment, she would reach out on a brown horse and is gonna b***h about its stupidity because she did not know how to ride a horse in the first place. She would magically sing her sorrows in chorus and dance like a little twerp.
She turns extra icy with the entire cold, accusing stares and ridiculously narrows her eyes even further. A bit more and I am certain she would not be
