Friday, October 7, 2016
It was that quiet. Sarah sipped coffee from a steaming hot vanilla latte: “Okay, what do you want?” As awkward as all get out, Margo choked back the uncontrollable tears streaming down either cheek; the poor girl sighed; a deep sigh, unlike anything I’d ever seen before: "Listen,” she said. “I realize we’re not exactly on good terms." Sarah butts in, "That's one way of putting it." Sarah softly chuckles: “What, so now you want some redemption?” Margo continues, "Look, no, that’s not it at all,” she continues, “Well, okay, you are right, I will take all the blame.” Margo's apology dripped with thick droplets of sarcasm. “Apology not accepted," Sarah, grinding her teeth, said. Margo didn't take kindly to rejection, especially when admitting she was wrong. Margo blurts out: “If you were me, you would have done the same!” Sarah screams: “Excuse me? So now, this is my fault?" You could hear Sarah's hot breath, linger, vanish like a stream of insincerity through the earpiece; she continues: "Oh how I hate your god damn sarcasm. Haven’t changed a bit, have you.” Margo repeats, "You know you would have done the same!" Sarah pops the lid off her antianxiety pills washing down two half-green tablets with a sip of red wine; briefly closing her eyes.