Chapter 18: Pink Lipstick

Abigail's POV

"You really should try that lipstick I got you!" Momma said when she saw me trudge to the kitchen the next morning.

I didn't get a hello from Momma, and I had no good morning text from Elle.

I guzzled down a large black coffee. I had work, but I had no desire to go. Could you call off sick for sleep deprivation?

"Mmm-hmm," I muttered with a mouthful of the bitter hot energy shot.

"What? Do you not like your birthday gift?" Momma glared at me from her seat at the table.

Peaches was tumbling on the floor by her feet and chasing a single feather. Her skinny body darted between Momma's legs. Peaches misjudged her final pounce and smacked Momma's leg. Momma's mug shook in her hands. The artificial sugar substitute infused coffee sloshed over Momma's long fingers that wrapped around the mug.

"Enough you d*mn cat," Momma groaned. She shot Peaches a look that could turn Medusa into stone. Peaches scurried toward the living room.