One Month Later: JulyOn a rainy Sunday in July and shortly after she had gotten in after sleeping at Nicole’s, Angela was getting out of the shower when her apartment’s buzzer rang.
“Hello?”
“Angie, it’s Paula Wilson.”
Angela had thought about Paula once in a while after the wedding and after Paula’s bizarre words in the ladies’ room. She had no contact with the b***h and heard nothing about her, or Billy for that matter. She was the better for it.
She buzzed her in and opened her door as she awaited the elevator. When she came in, Angela saw that all of Paula’s five-five was dripping with wet from the rain. Her eyes were red from the tears. Her short brown-hair plastered to her skull. Angela grabbed a towel and ran to get a T-shirt and a pair of running shorts and told Paula to change
