Having promised to call, she didn’t. That wasn’t anything new for her lately, although she was well aware of my unbearable situation. I’m sure her lardy da friends took care of that. Her self importance had grown since her marriage into the upper classes. Then what about me? Well I had long been forgotten. Her childhood punching bag had lost its guts and was subsequently made obsolete; put on the rubbish heap with all the other rotting garbage.
My daughter lay still in my loving arms. Miss socialite gave me no other choice. She didn’t call
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