Itching Ears

Only her facial expression differed in the ward, and sincerely, Debby couldn't give a flying fuck.

She was undesirably in the ward of someone she genuinely resents — her unwelcomed soon to be sister-in-law — a bitch — Mary.

It was expected of every member of the Williams family to be disheartened at the fact the very first great-grandchild was lost. Mrs. Valentine — the first son's wife, and life giver of the first grandchild, was unimaginably furious.

“Robert and I won't rest until we throw that wretch into hell! She'll fucking pay!” The aged woman — livid, had her cheeks beet red due to rage as she stomped her feet seriously on the tiled floor.

Here in Mary's ward, the injured predictably occupied the sole queen-sized bed. This wasn't a regular ward, since Mrs. Valentine insisted on transferring her supposed daughter-in-law into a more lavish, capacious one.

It was done unhesitatingly, and seated on one of the couches was the youngest grandchild of the Williams family — Debby.