The Truth… II 51C

=Four pins stuck out Steph’s mouth as she worked on her latest masterpiece. Her thoughts on the envelopes on her desk just waiting to be opened. Be that as it may, her eagerness that is, she was too absorbed in working on her new trouser to do that. An unexpected muffled voice reached her ears and made her stop. Nothing really makes her stop. Her forehead creased as she turned around and looked at the closed door, waiting for her assistant on the other side to open it.

A knock came first. “It’s open.” The pins now between her right index finger and thumb.

“Steph?” Her assistant called as she opened the door, a smile on her face.

“Let her in.”

“Mom.” Peggy rushed in, looking desperate and frustrated and remorseful.

She hadn’t really seen Peggy in days so this startled her, her anger wavering. “Why are you here?” Her assistant was gone and the door was closed.

“I didn’t want to wait. So I figured I’d ride with Sam since he’s coming here.”