Vivienne Hart:
If there’s one thing in my life I am good at, it’s being calm, even in times of distress. I rarely get pissed but when I do, it feels as though everything inside me is going to crumble into ashes, like right now.
The glass of pinot noir comes crashing to the wall, making the red contents spill on the floor. The maid in front of me cowers, a look of pure horror written on her face. Good, let her be scared of me.
“Who gave you the permission to speak when I wasn’t done talking?” I holler, my face reddening in anger. This is a side of me people rarely get to see, losing my cool is not something I am proud of, but sometimes, it calls for it.
The maid steps back, and for a second, I have that maternal care so she won’t step on the shard of glass. “I am sorry, Mrs. Hart. Old M
