Go Fuck Yourself

‘Poor thing? Did this woman, whoever the hell she is, refer to me as a poor thing?’

“U.U,” Maxine called, interrupting my thoughts as he walked up to us. He gave me a hug, and shook hands with Castello, ignoring the blond, who was staring at him, all smiles.

“Maxine,” the blond called. “Surely, I’m not that invincible.” She giggled.

Maxine nodded and turned to her. “Henri, It’s nice to see you again.” He said in a clipped tone.

‘Henri!’ The name struck me. She must be the one, the Henrietta Hollis had been speaking to days ago. ‘you must be kidding me’

Henri turned to Castello, then to me. “Mrs. Genovese,” she called in such a comical voice. “Pretty great to meet you in person.” She added, in a mocking tone and stretched forth her hand for a handshake.

I stared at her stretched hand and shook my head. “Go fuck yourself,” I told her and started walking away.

Castello followed me right behind, pushing his arms behin