Donna

I stood there, realizing that we now had two Donnas,the official one and the unofficial one—and I couldn't quite discern which one she was referring to.

But deep down, I knew I couldn't tolerate either of them. I didn't want to share the same space with either; it just felt wrong.

The both wanted me dead, and were both very disgusting women.

I understood that I had to accept the invitation to tea. It was a trivial excuse to draw someone to you, what ever wanted to be said had to be serious, but I was reluctant to meet either of them for whatever reason. Still, I knew I...