Chapter Twenty-Six
Getting Even
Salute the sun and be free in your thoughts, but remember to keep them to yourself.
Imogen woke up looking just as she did the night before; fresh, no puffy eyes and just enough smudged mascara to look seductive. With a quick ruffle of her hair, her ponytail was straightened and with a quick dap of a wet tissue her makeup was sorted. I gave her a coffee and immediately hated her again.
I woke up thinking about Imogen’s you are like me comment. It was a depressing moment that even a coffee wouldn’t lighten. Imogen had bored the backside off everyone about dance, the joy of rhythm and changing the face of Argyll. She had cleared the camp fire quicker than a gas leak with rants about Martin. Her ego was as massive as, it seems Martin’s tax bill. And I reali
