Dahlia’s povI leaned in. “She’s a problem, that one. Always has been. She is not who everyone seems to think she is.”The woman nodded and waved me on. “Go on.” I sighed deeply and began. “She’s a slut. A whore. She goes from man to man. I’ve walked in on her so many times.”The woman didn’t even flinch.“She sleeps with men for money,” I said. I looked at her, watched to see if my words would make any wounds. “She acts all sweet and quiet, but she’s not. She’s sly. She hides it well. But I know her. I’ve raised her, sadly. I’ve seen it.”The lady sized me up, “You don’t like her very much?” I chuckled, “No. Not at all. She’s fake. Useless. Always whining. Always looking for pity. I’ve had enough of her.”The woman tapped her fingers on the table, “She lived with you before?”“No,” I responded swiftly. “She lived for a while, but then she left. She caused trouble and she bounced. I was happy that she left. She never listened, she didn’t have any respect for me and
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