SLURP

SLURP

My shoulders slump when my dad's secretary; Joanna picked up the phone and tells me that no, it was not Elizabeth Harrington the second who had died, but my father's mother, Yvonne Cicconati.

My shoulders did not slump because I was sad about the passing of my grandma, but instead, I was sad mostly because it was the wrong grandma that passed.

I did not even know Yvonne like that, she was not interested in knowing anyone from the Harrington family and i don't blame her one bit, I would not want to know any of them if I were not one of them. For example, Anderson Harrington; he knows his daughter would never call him voluntarily, yet he let his secretary respond to me in his stead. Fucking coward.

“Will you be coming for the funeral?” Joanna's voice asked in my ear.

I burst out laughing, startling Jessica who was perched at the edge of her seat as if waiting to hear who died.

“No thank you. I am certain nobody wants me there. And more im