Writers’ Journal #145 – Fried Potato – 29

“Fine. Come in.” said George, giving into Georgia’s whims as he used to. He, like the rest of the servants, had been dreading the day she returned home from overseas and it seemed he wasn’t wrong. Georgia had always been a thick-headed sister of his and as much as he loved her, he couldn’t tolerate her at all. She had all the brains, but none of the EQ. She had been pushing everyone off the edge as soon as she had returned, and it seemed relentless.