Chapter 77

Yacht Party

“Will you be at your mother’s engagement party?” Mrs. Coleman asked, washing the dishes and at the same time stealing a glance at Kate who was heating up herself by the fireplace in the kitchen.

Winter was just hanging by her ears and spine these days; even night was the worst hours for her to dwell. And recently she had come to realize she was hornier at night than every other hour, especially when winter was very much in the atmosphere. She had begged Mrs. Coleman made provision for a fireplace in Brian’s room, being the room she was staying in, and she was still looking forward to getting her demand.

“I have no business with her or anything that has to do with her,” she said in one breath.

And Mrs. Coleman glared at her and quietened. For a few seconds nothing made a noise, no one uttered a word, than the clattering of ceramic dishes, and stainless cutleries in the water-filled sink.

“What do you mean? Do you have another mother?” she ask