Tuesday, June 16, 2009

Stinky Is Good In A Garden Of Lies

She didn’t want to answer the door, but she knew she couldn’t hide. She also knew Agnes wouldn’t go away. “I’m coming! Agnes if you push that button one more time, I swear…!”
Agnes barely waited for Patience to unlock the screen door before she yanked it open and pushed her aside. She had never done anything like that before, and wasn’t sure if it was supposed to feel liberating or not.
“We need to talk.” She cleared her throat. “Now.”
“Look,” Patience used each hand to rub her neck and the small of her back simultaneously. “I’ve had a long day. What in the world do we need to talk about?”
“Stay away from us. I know what you’re trying to do, but it’s not going to work.” She tightened her ponytail. “You are wasting your time, not to mention your parents’ money. Get out while you have a little dignity left.”
Agnes wasn’t sure what noise was coming from Patience’s mouth. It would’ve been touching, noble even, had it been a muffled cry. But it was a guffaw, nothing more, nothing less. She didn’t understand what the punch-line had been.
“Agnes,” she caught her breath. “You’re such a fool. Larry doesn’t love you. Do you honestly think he’d be with you if you hadn’t gotten knocked up? Oh, and we all know that wasn’t an accident, was it? Face it, dear ole Aggie, you’re a loser. And soon, you’ll be a loser raising two babies alo---“
Patience never had the chance to brace herself for the blow. Agnes made sure all of her weigh was behind the punch she threw. It felt good, better than she imagined it would.
“Don’t worry,” she laughed through a bloody smile. “Maybe I’ll let him visit your little rug-rats through the fence.”
“Watch your back Patience.”

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