~Aaron ~
I was annoyed. That much was obvious.
Joan always managed to get under my skin, but this? This f*****g hurt.
She thought I had some ulterior motive, like I was trying to win points or manipulate her, when all I wanted was to make her life a little easier.
Over the years, I’d overheard Rhoda mention Joan’s painful periods. Sometimes, Rhoda would spend the entire week with her just to make sure she was okay.
Now Rhoda was busy enjoying herself with her boyfriend, so I thought I could step in and help out. And what did Joan do? She accused me of having an agenda.
Who the hell does that?
I pressed harder on the gas, the car almost leaping off the road. My phone rang again, the same way it had been ringing nonstop since I stormed out of Joan’s apartment.
No way was she calling
