Today was Vilhelmina's birthday. The funeral parlor called me early in the morning to inform me that the cremation procedures were ready. I dragged the suitcase as I was about to go out. But I heard a knock on the door. It was Kimberly Beadsworth, an uninvited guest.
“What’s wrong? Why are you here?”
Before I could say anything, she stretched out her leg and squeezed in. Before I had time to react, a slap was thrown in my face.
“This is what you get for making a fool out of me in the office. After Mr Maximilian asked for the quilt back, Benedict's sickness started back and forth again and it's all your fault!”
I touched my throbbing cheek. A few seconds later I slapped her with my backhand.
Kimberly shouted, “How dare you?.”
Kimberly didn't expect me to hit back. She still stared in shock.
I shouted, “What do you mean, Kimberly? You're splashing around in my house first. Why can't I fight back?”
Kimberly answered by shouting, “Arabelle Moonstone, you are bitch. You know that Mr Maximilian has me in his heart, but you still want to occupy the latrine without doing anything!”
Kimberly restrained her anger. She then quickly replaced it with a smug look.