MILDRED

My acetous tongue was all it took for Enid to remain silent and distant from me. His eyes were sullen and his face looked nothing close to the smugness and smirks they had on regularly.

I was beginning to regret it. I me mentally went back, mentally psychoanalyzing what I said to him to find where I had struck him this numbness.

He looked like he was hurting. Maybe he was not used to anyone throwing shades his way. It's why he threw the dirtiest shade.

Now he was going to know how badly those words stung me. He deserved to be sad. He deserved to be the sad...