MARGAUX
Instead of showering, I threw myself on the creaking bed and screamed my frustrations out.
"Could this day get any worse?"
Mary stood close to the bedside, folding her arms across her chest. She held my gaze and I began to pout.
"Why? Why of all the days we had to run into the two people I did not want to see?"
Mary raised a skeptical brow towards me.
"Are you sure that you did not want to see Kevin? From what I had gathered, it did not seem like the case. Is it?"
I instantly sat up, looking at Mary incredulously.
"What? What are you saying?" Mary rolled her eyes towards me.
"Please, Margie. Quit that act,"
I was totally confused. I had no idea what she was talking about.
"What act?" she scoffed, shaking her head towards me.
"What act?" I repeated as I watched her disappear inside the bathroom. Instead of giving me a response, I heard her turn the shower on. I threw myself back on the bed, still puzzling over what she meant.
