Happy Friday! Another excerpt from Hope for Garbage:
This lady was high class all the way. Everything about her was polished. Her blond hair was pulled back tightly from her well made-up face. Her bright red lipstick matched her bright red nails. The rock on her wedding ring was so big, it looked like her boney finger would snap under the weight of it.
"So how do you like Westwood Trevor?" she asked quietly.
How did she think he liked Westwood? It was a shithole compared to Harbor Village. "How do I like it? Hmm...I guess it's okay Mrs. Stewart."
She was looking him over, "Please, just call me Evelyn."