TIRED

“That son-of-a-bitch better watch his fucking back!” Greta snarled, “Cause the next time I set my eyes on him, I’ll be ripping his skin off his bones!”

“Jesus, Greta,” Halle said in shock, “You need to calm down,”

She could feel the woman’s anger through the phone and Halle knew what Greta was capable of when angry.

“The last thing I want is for you to go to jail because of my personal problems,” Halle said. Her phone was on the vanity table and loudspeaker as both her hands were busy, pulling out the pins on her hair and releasing her thick strands from their tight bondage.

“Your personal problems?” Greta practically seethed, Halle could almost imagine the smoke leaving her ears and her narrowed eyes.

“This shit is far beyond a personal problem Halle! Why didn’t you go to the fucking cops?”

“Because…” Halle sighed in relief as her hair finally came loose and fell to her back.

“It's Simon and—”

“—oh forget it!” Greta groaned, “After all, when you were supposed to call the cops on that