Outraged, she thought, that’s the only word that came into her mind. How could he do such a thing? How could he even think … contemplate doing such a thing? Did he want to hurt her, deliberately, over and over, without remorse, without apology? What was in his mind when he actually did it? What went through that me-me-me head of his when he was in the act? And why in the name of God did he feel the need to tell her about it? Couldn’t he have lied about it like any normal red-blooded American male?
Sheila spat out the window just before rounding the corner to the Burger King cashier’s window. Men – yuck. She was finished, she was through, she’d had enough, she wanted out, she couldn’t wait until it was over, over, over.
The teenager with the fuzz above his upper lip handed the bag to her. She looked at it and groaned.
“I ordered the double whopper with extra cheese. Can’t you people get anything right?”
That boy, she could swear, had an oh-what-a-bitch look on his face that she wanted to smash in. He’d turn out just like him. Men. Sheila spat out the window again.
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