“Oh, it’s you, sis. Honestly, only someone as nostalgic as you would still bother with this game.”
Effie didn’t even need to turn around to know who it was.
Not that she wanted to respond.
But Suzan wasn’t about to let her off so easily.
Suzan stepped right in front of Effie, blocking her view. “Why are you always so childish?”
Effie looked up, fixing Suzan with a cold stare. “Get lost.”
Suzan leaned in close to Effie’s ear, whispering so only the two of them could hear, “You know, it’s because you’re so immature and lousy at making people like you—that’s why Mitchell left you.”
“Are you quite finished?” Effie’s gaze never wavered, her face unmoved, as if Suzan’s words hadn’t touched her at all. “Seriously, what have you been eating? Your breath is absolutely rancid.”
Suzan glared at her, looking like she was ready to tear Effie apart. “Shut your mouth!”
Effie just sneered. “Oh, so you get to insult everyone else, but no one’s allowed to talk back to you? That’s rich.”
Just then, her grandmother came out of the bathroom.
Seeing Suzan cornering Effie, she spun on her heel and ducked back inside.
When she reappeared, she was wielding an old mop, dark and grimy, reeking of something foul.
She brandished it at Suzan. “Move aside. Good dogs don’t block the hallway.”
“You old bat—!”
Suzan’s angry retort died in her throat as she recognized Effie’s grandmother. Her eyes darted, and a new idea flashed across her face.
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