The dinner was awful. I returned home feeling stiff and nursing a headache.
I see where Olivia got her horrible attitude from. Just like her, her mother is the leader of those high-strung wives. With her leading, they made several demeaning jabs at Mom and took some shots at me too. Richard and the other men simply pretended not to see or hear anything. They seem to be in their own private world, talking business jargons and laughing at inside jokes. The food tasted like wood and no matter how I tried, swallowing it felt like eating tree barks. Next time Richard asks me to attend such a gathering, I am refusing.
Wishing to stay in bed all day, I sluggishly finish my dressing and pick up my back pack.
Right outside my door, Jeremy is leaning on the wall.
Startled, I glare at him. “W
