Deep-Cutting Words

The Heavens must be smiling at me because I can’t seem to stop thinking about ‘my car’ even as my cab pulls up outside my gated house.

But my joy is short-lived when I run into Brenda at the door. Immediately, the smile on my face completely disappears. I wonder which of her stupid tricks she thinks she can succeed with today.

Brenda is all glamoured up with a look of excitement on her face and she smells like rose oil. She must have used an entire bottle for a bath.

“Where have you been all day dressed like that?” She asks as her eyes roam about me. “Have you been job-hunting?”

I put one hand on my waist and peer at her with slightly furrowed brows. “Do I need to start reporting my activities to you now?”

“I was just trying to help,” she shrugs.

‘Trying to help???’ I scoff and almost roll my eyes at her. “Will you get out of my way or would you prefer that I push you away for real this time?” I’m not joking when I say that.

If she can accuse me of something I didn’t do and