Chapter 108 Doorbell

• Bridget:
• My afternoon slumber on the sofa was broken by the sounds of the loud doorbell. I chose not to move because I was so sloshed from all the late-night partying at Mizzoni’s. Mary opened the door, it was the postman, damn his timing! and continued sleeping into oblivion until…
• “I have given birth to a good for nothing daughter whose only motive in life is to drink and sleep, if you had half the brains as that wretch Ella, you would be walking down the aisle with Mr Holt and not that dimwit.” hissed Mary, her shrill voice penetrating to my inner ear but it wasn’t the noise that irked me.