Chapter 5 - Bonnie Begs At Bronze Doors
Morning sunlight broke over the desert horizon, casting sharp golden rays across the sprawling gated community.
Bonnie stood outside our front security gates wearing a wrinkled designer silk robe and holding an empty coffee mug.
She pressed the intercom button repeatedly, her usual arrogant demeanor replaced by a desperate, whiny tone.
“Taylor, darling... let’s not be hasty about all this,” Bonnie spoke into the speaker box with forced sweetness.
“Your mother-in-law is freezing and hasn't had her morning espresso because your foolish gadget system shut down our kitchen.”
The bronze gates clicked open just a few inches, enough for her to catch a glimpse of me standing on the cobblestone pathway.
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“You called my mother a country servant who belonged in the kitchen, Bonnie,” I reminded her coldly from a distance.
“That was just family banter! Surely you aren't throwing your husband out on the street over a little argument?” Bonnie scoffed indignantly.
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