Chapter 111

Mrs. Matilda was fuming. She slammed the phone down. If they wouldn't give her what she wanted, fine-she'd show up in person. If they weren't home now, she'd just come back in the afternoon. Leslie had to come home at night eventually, right? That's when Matilda would make her move. Leslie, on the other hand, had no idea what Matilda was planning. But honestly, even if she'd known, she wouldn't have cared. ***** Over at the Green household, Vivian was admiring her freshly done nails from last night. The pink shade was soft, making her fingers look even fairer. Everyone who'd seen them said they looked great, super youthful. Thanks to good upkeep, she was not yet fifty, but plenty of people thought she looked like she was in her thirties. Who doesn't love a compliment like that? The maid nearby chimed in flattering her as well. "Ma'am, your outfit today is really stunning. It suits you so well." But deep down, the maid was full of judgment. Word was, the eldest son was still laid up in