The rebel woman was so furious that she could not sleep. She kept tossing and turning. She tried drinking a pint of water. She tried taking a cold bath. She tried hanging out with her group. But still, she could not get her mind away from her new findings. She could not calm down her anger. It hurt her to realize that Mrs. Peterson—the woman she considered her idol—was the evil imposter. Mrs. Peterson had some nerve to come by at some point and bought her sons medication. Mrs. Peterson had some nerve to put on a kind face of naivety while she had dark trails behind her. Mrs. Peterson hung around knowing that she was the cause of the pain and many losses.
It hurt a lot.
The rebel woman finally jumped out of bed. She could not take it anymore. She went up to her group. “We’re holding the
