![]() ![]() “You are too beautiful for that frown, Sweet Abelli,” my mamma said, as she entered the room with the cacophony of our guests’ conversations following her. I knew it belonged to my future brother-in-law.Īnd it was partly- wholly-the reason I was hiding in the kitchen, though I would never admit it. ![]() Voices from the foyer drifted to my ears every time the swinging door opened as our servants came in and out, preparing for lunch.Ī feminine trill of a laugh, my cousin Benito’s lively timbre, and a voice I’d vaguely recognized as I left the church this morning. Now, blood was on my hands and guilt watched me while I slept. While my home, my life, was built on piles of dirty money, I’d always been able to say I hadn’t contributed to the balance. My throat tightened as I twisted the ring on my middle finger. I stared at the TV in the corner of the kitchen, hardly processing the newscaster’s voice, but when murder passed her ruby red lips, the word resounded in my mind. would it bleed red? If this world was as transparent as glass, soft splats would drip a pool to the marble floors. However, I’d always wondered, If I pulled back a corner of the wallpaper. A wooden staircase with a lacquer shine and a sparkling chandelier. ![]()
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