The boy’s childish rejection stung. Coral felt a flush of anger rising in her chest. Nash got his nasty manners from his mother.
“Careful, Nash sweetie, don’t run,” she called through clenched teeth, then whispered, “you might get hit by a car.”
Standing off from the swings, Coral fidgeted with her hair, twisting a strand painfully around one finger.
Trey paid more attention to that brat than to her. Thankfully, Nash lived with his mother, or she’d never get time with Trey alone. If it were her decision, she’d ship the boy off to boarding school until he turned eighteen.
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Ooh . . . someone is nasty! Nicely done.
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Thanks for the comment and the typo catch.
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Nasty lady! You got her voice down well too.
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Gosh, could anyone be so hated?
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UGH so she IS a wench! I knew it. This voice strikes me as unsympathetic, narrow-minded and possessive. Great characterization.
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Ahhh, so the mother’s dislike is certainly founded! After reading Nash’s voice, I thought maybe Coral would be a young, naïve woman desperately trying to bond with the little boy — I’m glad you went against my expectation to show a callous, selfish mistress! I wonder what Trey thinks of all this…
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Ah yes, a young mistress with no motherly instincts! 🙂
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