MARGRET THE CON WOMAN

“Sister, do you have a clue why this unexpected meeting all in the name of having dinner?” Doris asked as he couldn’t hold it anymore.

He was with his wife earlier but, rushed down to know if his sister had a hand in what it.

“No. That old fool is surely a cunny bastard. One thing he happens to be good at was, disappoint.” She responded while applying a lip gloss in front of her mirror.

Doris rolled his eyes and shook his head. He was never going to understand women, not even in the nearest future. It was a dinner meeting in the same house as everyone, he didn’t understand why his sister was still trying to apply makeup. For him, it wasn’t necessary. It was a red lip gloss, and it suits her just right.

“You look beautiful, and I don’t see the need to makeup. It’s not like you’re going out to catch other men’s attention. Let’s go now already. I might die soon from the anxiety.” He urged her and made his way to the door, “After you, please.” He gestured for her to go out first.

“What a