The woman snapped upright from her bent over position. The hot pie she had just taken out of the oven slipped from the mitts covering her suddenly limp hands. Slowly she turned…
“Ms. Herron…Ms. Herron…Alexandra, are you all right?”
Alexandra Herron blinked rapidly to erase the nightmarish memory. Looking up from her desk, she smiled weakly at her secretary. “Yes, I’m fine, Cindy. Just lost in thought.”
Why can’t I ever forget, she wondered. Why can’t that bitch just die and leave me to my own life?
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