Emily smacked her palm on top of the small dining table inside the kitchen. She did so, loudly with great rigor as she pounced and channeled her aggression towards the poor nonliving object.
“Bastard!” she mumbled under her breath, gritting her teeth, as rage took all over her body.
She sat on one of the chair, with one hand resting over the dining table, whilst with the other one she held her head as her elbow remained static on the table.
“How could he lie about his own mother?” she questioned yet again, this time turning towards Diana, who sat diagonal to her Aunt.
Diana had her legs folded upwards, with her feet resting over the chair and her knees touching her breasts. She held the mug of coffee closely with both hands, as its bottom resting on top of her knees.
Slow tears of pa
