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about you.”
His words were arrows that shot straight into the center of her pent-up frustrations. “Maddy takes every opportunity to bring me down to her level,” she said. “I don’t remember asking for other’s people opinions about my life.”
In the background, the Henriettas booed at her criticisms of Maddy.
“Let’s go outside where we can talk without an audience,” he said, cupping her elbow.
She tucked her arm against the side of her body. “I don’t want to chat to you about my man problems.” She rolled her eyes at the ceiling. “Heavens above, please send me a team of angels to take Maddy home and lock her up for the night.”
“You go, girl. Go away!” Dizzy Denise, the spiky-haired Henrietta, called out from behind Kyra’s back.
Kyra half-turned toward the slim woman wearing a blue mini-skirt, sleeveless blouse and biker boots. She folded her arms across her chest, which lifted her small bust line higher. Denise stood in the line-up of women barricading the door to the front bar.
Kyra’s stomach dropped at the sight of the hockey tactic she’d seen many times, when the players used their bodies to defend the midfield and block the game of the opposition. Now they were using the tactic to stop her from reaching Maddy. Bile rose up the back of her throat at the realization she was outnumbered, and beaten by the aggressive barrier.
Denise broke away from the row and stomped forward in her boots. “Look at you,” she said, her voice loaded with contempt. “Ka-Ka, you’re a mess…your hair…clutching your skimpy dress against your boobs like a desperate tart.”
The terrible feeling of being singled out for more verbal abuse gave Kyra the shakes. “Stop ripping me apart,” she cried out.
“Back off from Maddy,” Denise said with snark. “Ka-Ka, go home.” She pointed at the French doors. “We won’t miss you.”
Hot tears sprung into the corners of Kyra’s eyes. She turned her back on the pack of Henrietta hyenas. She didn’t want to cry in front of them. She didn’t want to cry at all. She squeezed her eyes shut to stop the waterworks.
“Kyra, come with me,” Joe said in a kind voice.
She opened her wet lids to find him standing in front of her. “I’ll be fine. I want to be left alone,” she said, her voice full of saw dust.
“Go with your new boyfriend and get lost,” Denise yelled, which was greeted with a round of applause from the Henriettas.
Kyra flung a hand over her mouth to muffle her sobs.
“Let’s go,” Joe said, steering her to the outside doors that led to the garden restaurant.
Kyra tasted defeat as the gloating Henriettas bunched together and watched her walk out through the French doors. She had to get away from everyone before she cried like a baby. Leaving Joe’s side, she grabbed hold of the handrail to climb down the short staircase.
She blinked to clear the water in her eyes and looked around the empty brick courtyard strung with garlands of sparkly, fairy lights. Mad Maddy must have also booked the outdoor area for Elin’s party. She wiped the back of her hand across her wet face. At least there were no spectators to see the unwanted tears drying on her cheeks.
Against the timber-slated walls, the white and red lilies in the garden beds gave a light perfume to the night air. There were tubs of greenery placed in the gaps between the hewn pine tables. It was a tranquil haven, except for the spying eyes at the doors, watching her every step. When she glanced back, the rude finger gestures from the Henriettas gave her legs a fresh spurt of power, and she ducked behind a large fig tree growing in a terracotta pot.
Alone and out of sight, her emotions overflowed. She couldn’t keep a man in her life. She closed her eyes to accept the truth Maddy had forced out of her for all the other women to laugh at. She was dateless, now friendless, a wreck, and what the critics didn’t know was that her career had plateaued too.
She huddled
His words were arrows that shot straight into the center of her pent-up frustrations. “Maddy takes every opportunity to bring me down to her level,” she said. “I don’t remember asking for other’s people opinions about my life.”
In the background, the Henriettas booed at her criticisms of Maddy.
“Let’s go outside where we can talk without an audience,” he said, cupping her elbow.
She tucked her arm against the side of her body. “I don’t want to chat to you about my man problems.” She rolled her eyes at the ceiling. “Heavens above, please send me a team of angels to take Maddy home and lock her up for the night.”
“You go, girl. Go away!” Dizzy Denise, the spiky-haired Henrietta, called out from behind Kyra’s back.
Kyra half-turned toward the slim woman wearing a blue mini-skirt, sleeveless blouse and biker boots. She folded her arms across her chest, which lifted her small bust line higher. Denise stood in the line-up of women barricading the door to the front bar.
Kyra’s stomach dropped at the sight of the hockey tactic she’d seen many times, when the players used their bodies to defend the midfield and block the game of the opposition. Now they were using the tactic to stop her from reaching Maddy. Bile rose up the back of her throat at the realization she was outnumbered, and beaten by the aggressive barrier.
Denise broke away from the row and stomped forward in her boots. “Look at you,” she said, her voice loaded with contempt. “Ka-Ka, you’re a mess…your hair…clutching your skimpy dress against your boobs like a desperate tart.”
The terrible feeling of being singled out for more verbal abuse gave Kyra the shakes. “Stop ripping me apart,” she cried out.
“Back off from Maddy,” Denise said with snark. “Ka-Ka, go home.” She pointed at the French doors. “We won’t miss you.”
Hot tears sprung into the corners of Kyra’s eyes. She turned her back on the pack of Henrietta hyenas. She didn’t want to cry in front of them. She didn’t want to cry at all. She squeezed her eyes shut to stop the waterworks.
“Kyra, come with me,” Joe said in a kind voice.
She opened her wet lids to find him standing in front of her. “I’ll be fine. I want to be left alone,” she said, her voice full of saw dust.
“Go with your new boyfriend and get lost,” Denise yelled, which was greeted with a round of applause from the Henriettas.
Kyra flung a hand over her mouth to muffle her sobs.
“Let’s go,” Joe said, steering her to the outside doors that led to the garden restaurant.
Kyra tasted defeat as the gloating Henriettas bunched together and watched her walk out through the French doors. She had to get away from everyone before she cried like a baby. Leaving Joe’s side, she grabbed hold of the handrail to climb down the short staircase.
She blinked to clear the water in her eyes and looked around the empty brick courtyard strung with garlands of sparkly, fairy lights. Mad Maddy must have also booked the outdoor area for Elin’s party. She wiped the back of her hand across her wet face. At least there were no spectators to see the unwanted tears drying on her cheeks.
Against the timber-slated walls, the white and red lilies in the garden beds gave a light perfume to the night air. There were tubs of greenery placed in the gaps between the hewn pine tables. It was a tranquil haven, except for the spying eyes at the doors, watching her every step. When she glanced back, the rude finger gestures from the Henriettas gave her legs a fresh spurt of power, and she ducked behind a large fig tree growing in a terracotta pot.
Alone and out of sight, her emotions overflowed. She couldn’t keep a man in her life. She closed her eyes to accept the truth Maddy had forced out of her for all the other women to laugh at. She was dateless, now friendless, a wreck, and what the critics didn’t know was that her career had plateaued too.
She huddled
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