Diavola

by Jennifer Marie Thorne

“Yeah, it’s fine,” Anna answered.

Rude

“What specifically do you want them to experience?” Justin leaped on it. “That’s an interesting question, Nicole. You should think about it.”

Okay no but Nicole is right, fuck the ipad

Just before she drifted off, in the in-between between consciousness and oblivion, she realized what had bothered her about her nieces whispering in the hall. They’d been speaking Italian.

I don't care how tired you are, she would have noticed this sooner

“This is fine,” she said, out loud, thinking of the meme.

I might dnf just because of this, don't talk about memes in a book

The key. She wanted to say it out loud, this epiphany, but didn’t dare.

I thought she already had this epiphany....

“Great talk, Anna, just remember my door’s always open,” she said, shutting the door behind her.

“He suffered a heart attack,” said young Mr. Milton. “Oh, okay, cool.”

this is so funny, she's so out of it