Teresa
I didn’t know that staying behind and watching this man talk was a means of inviting a cacophony of insults from this drunken figure.
All he did was repeat all the things he constantly told me.
“Did you think that you’d come here, get information like groceries, and then walk away?” He was resting on the wall, looking at me with misty eyes.
I frowned. “So, that’s it. You’re here to rain your insult on me again. Don’t you have anything better to do?”
He chuckled, no snickered.
The sound from his vocal cords was too ugly to call a chuckle. He attempted to push himself off the walls, then rested back, the hand he intended to point at me swinging wildly.
“I enjoy seeing the look on your face when I remind you of your terrible situation,” He snickered again.
“You came here
