As she took a sharp turn around the round about that connected to the by road that led to King's country club, Megan threw a quick glance at her mother whose seemed a little bit nervous for a woman who swore to be a thorn in someone's flesh.
The pregnant woman rolled her eyes to the car roof and continued to scan her mother's from head to toe until she noticed that her trembling hands were fidgeting with her purse before she tightly clutched onto it.
Megan could tell that she was bothered by something she pondered on whether she was scared of being back on the social scene or was it the trifling issue she wanted them to discuss earlier. 'God damn it, I don't have time for this shit.' She muttered under her breath.
