VespaMy mom bristled as if I had just slapped her on the cheek. Her mouth slackened, and for a minute, she was at a loss for words. Then she crossed her arms and began tearing me down with her words.Glad that we weren't gathering any attention, I faced her, listening to the rubbish she had to say. The words weren't anything I wasn't used to. After all, she derived joy from seeing me sad. "Why the hell do you think I care?" She spaced her words evenly. "That slut has no right to be here."Anger flared in my nostrils, and I felt like exploding. My hand tightened into a fist. I wanted to scream back that she was heartless, but it was easy for the mourners to spot us arguing. Instead of lashing out, I shot her a black-layered look and ripped out my answers with an impatient calmness. "Dad wanted her to be here, and I obeyed his wishes.""She's right," Aunt Irene chimed in behind me, her shoes slapping against the floor in rapid succession. She gave me a sympathetic smile, and I sighed
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