Sides

I felt I had to involve Mrs Eames.
I went and pounded on her front door.
She came, dressed in a ragged brown
gown. She said her back had been
playing up, and she’d been confined
to bed. Mrs Eames grimaced through
her teeth as she said this. I explained
about the shopping bags. The painful
smile curdled on Mrs Eames’ face.
This time, Natalie, your Uncle has gone
too far. He’s overstepped the bounds
of common decency. You need to report
this. I hugged Mrs Eames gratefully.
She was on my side.

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Author: Robert James Berry

Poet & Novelist

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