“I just want to be someone’s everything, is that too much to ask?” She paused to sip her wine “Is that selfish?” she pouted
The older woman regarded her child coolly placing her wine back on the table eyeing it suspiciously “If you too had the ability to love someone the way you’ve described, then it wouldn’t so selfish no, but you do not.”
She looked up from her nails “Mother!”
“You really think this lowly of me?”
“I don’t think lowly of you at all. I think you are an extraordinarily beautiful young woman, highly intelligent and capable,” she paused to take another sip of wine.
Her daughter beamed.
“But you my dear are not capable of love. You have never been and you never will be. I knew it when you were five years old and…”
“Oh mother! I am tired of listening to this story!” she was annoyed.
“Don’t throw tantrums,” she said “You know how you get when you have a tantrum.”
” Only children throw tantrums. I’m not a child.” She said proudly
“No darling, not anymore. You should not consider his offer, the boy truly does adore you and you cannot reciprocate,”
“But mother he has such nice things,” she pouted again
“Yes, and many children and small animals that play on his property. You know how you are with children and small animals, must I repeat that horrid story of the time when you were five?”
She looked up again from her nails “When I drowned our cat?” she said flatly
“And then when you were 12? No one could prove it but I knew… I just knew it was you,”
“They wouldn’t let me play, said that a silly little girl like me couldn’t play because I was weak. I guess I wasn’t so weak after all,” she chuckled ” And that cat was horrid,”
“Emma this is not funny, you’re not curable, you must control this thing! Or you’ll wind up a spinster,”
“Heavens no!” she covered her mouth in mock horror “Whatever will I do an older lady, left all alone in a grand old home her mother left her,”
“I can still change my will and leave you nothing so that you’ll be forced to change your terrible ways,” the woman threatened
“You won’t have time Mother,” she rolled her eyes and commenced fiddling with the polish on her nails.
“And why do you think that?” she took a confident sip of wine “I am not that old,”
“Drink up Mother,” she turned herblazing gaze back to her mother
“You wouldn’t,” the woman gasped
“I have. It is done,” she raised her eyebrows at her mother who sat silently staring back at her. “Well Mother, don’t waste the wine…”