Getting My Way

“Please, I won’t ever ask again,” beamed the little beggar girl.

Miss Hilda* looked down, shaking her head at the ragamuffin. She laughed, but the laughter turned to grumbling, followed by a string of expletives. “Well, there are only 9 days left, why the hell not,” she uttered mostly to herself. “Yes, you can have it, but just this once and only because it’s the end of the year. Don’t expect this next time,” and she sent the child on her way.

As she scurried out the door giggling, the little gypsie thought, “Yeah, right.”

*names changed to protect the innocent. 😉


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