conversation
Kirsten confides to Jill: "Ya know how like when you were in 6th grade there was always a group of mean girls"? The ones who always travelled around in a pack. Walking down the street together, popping a volleyball to each other. Pointing at you, Yo! Glancing at one another, then laughing. Smugly, like she was proud of it, Kirsten admits that she had been one of them.
Jill is now a customer of Kirsten's. Kirsten admits that she's childishly meanspirited. That she's made a life of being a browbeating, bulldozing, intimidating, teasing, tormenting pest who has no qualms of arbitrarily sticking it to any of her customers (uh, that would be Jill) at any time, for any reason. Kinda for the sport of it . . .
"Hmmm. My. Indeed" reflects Jill.
Jill knows she should high-tail it out of that relationship as fast as possible, but remains passive . . . in disbelief . . . like she didn't hear what she just heard.
Margo Cuisinier
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