I stood there for a moment, looking at her, and I thought about all the things I could say. All the things that were true and deserved to be said out loud in this room to this woman who had moved herself and her daughter into my life and made herself comfortable on top of everything that should have been mine.
But I said none of them. Instead, I argued for my sanity.
"But I just returned from a long trip and went straight to the office," I argued, unable to believe how much my life didn't belong to me anymore, "I'm exhausted. Mr. Stark has an eight AM meeting tomorrow, and I can't afford to be late. I..."
"Jesus sweet Christ!" Moonie finally spoke, slamming her palm on the couch, "Do you ever stop nagging?" She turned to face me, "Get ready and get the f**k out of this house already!"
