Mathilda
“When was that?”
Abigail crossed her arms confidently, “Yesterday, you called me Fatty. Remember?”
“You did not!” I said sarcastically.
“That is so mean, Agnes” Fatma added to the flame.
“It is fine, guys. I can bear with Agnes, she is a friend after all, but that ugly crone telling me that I need to sweat? Calling me fat…”
“Is unacceptable.” Agnes finished Abigail’s sentenced with a funny, but genuine tone.
“Damn right, sister.”