The Price of Insolence

Immense envy for youth surged through me. The leniency that came with being a juvenile meant Paula could speak without reservation and lash out at people as she pleased.

My gaze settled on the glass of water on the table. I stood up and approached her. There was no anger in my voice, but a cold indifference seeped through my words. “Indeed, I'm thirty now. That's four to five years older than you.