The Mug

"What the fuck happened to you Frank? And I don't lies. Who did you get in a fight with? I need answers right now or it's back to the streets for you."

Edna asked these questions as she cleaned his wounds with a ball of cotton wool which she dipped in spirit from her first aid box.

"You wouldn't understand if I told you anything."

"I wouldn't understand? What the fuck do you mean by I wouldn't understand? For pette's sake Frank, you're bleeding all over my carpet. I'm wiping off blood from your face and you open your mouth to tell me that I wouldn't understand? You're crazy!"

"I was mugged okay! What else do you want me to say? I was walking to your place and they mugged me."

Then, Edna stopped dabbing his face. She stared at him for a while with her two hands crossed over her belly. She was wearing a singlet that displayed her nipples as she stood right in front of him with black mini shorts that had two white stripes on each side.