"By the way, how have you been here? Are they treating you well?" She scutches over to come near me to ask a question, but I just placed my blanket up on my chest and looked the other way.
"It's fine I guess, not like it really matters since I'm going to die in a year or so," I responded pessimistically.
fingers before leaning over to me. "You know, you're the only one in the family that doesn't really hate me except my husband. That's why I decided to come here to greet you a happy birthday." She places her hand on my cheek, acting all sympathetic.
My face contorted into a scowl, not buying into her honeyed words. Ya right.. that woman is just using me to compare her life with so she can feel good about herself. She really needs to reevaluate her actions because I never said that I didn't hate her.
"By the way, how are you here? Has it been alright here?" She changes the topic, turning it to me all of a sudden.
