Raising her shaky hand to knock on the open screen door, she hesitates, “I can still turn around and leave.”
She can hear light conversation inside, laughter. It’s only a matter of time before someone sees her, cutting off the possibility of a quick escape.
Panic seizes her. “I shouldn’t be here. What could he possibly see in me? Why, why , why did I let Sara talk me into this?”
A blind date. A set-up. Not exactly what she needs right now. Not with a baby at home and that cheap, cheating, soon-to-be-ex husband, always looming in the background.
“He’s a good guy. And cute. You two would be perfect together,” was all she would say to convince me to come over tonight. “Hmm, maybe.”
Self-doubt, her constant companion, thanks to years of mistreatment from that creep, threatens. Shaking it off, she stiffens her spine and attempts a grin, “He won’t win anymore” and knocks at the door.
Trifecta: Week Twenty: This week’s word is – cheap a : of inferior quality or worth : tawdry, sleazy <cheap workmanship>
b : contemptible because of lack of any fine, lofty or redeeming qualities <feeling cheap>