CASSANDRA WILLIAMS
Gina and I are on our second bottle of white wine while we are snacking with hot wings and fries. I am venting myself out to her because she listens to me and advises me wherever she can. Lucas really made me angry, and he hurt me. I can not believe he even forgot that we had a vacation to go to, but instead, he accused me of leaving and dared me to leave.
I am here now because I need to clear my mind and catch up with Gina.
“So, where is Auntie Naomi. Have you still not heard from her?” She asks.
“Nope. Honestly, she is not my responsibility. Her kids are supposed to worry about her, not me. Whatever Lucas might have said to her really worked. What matters is that she left my mother’s house,” I say confidently as I bite the chicken wing in my hand.
“I hear you
