Expecting me to falter
Her eyes were staring at me, as if I could fail. I couldn’t help but feel the challenge of her almost palpable stare. Sandra was putting me to the test and watching for any flaw. I inhaled deeply, prepared for combat. In a room full of supposed family, her disdain felt all the more acute. But I vowed not to give her the satisfaction she craved.
Expecting Me To Falter
Calmly replying
‘Work’s going rather well, thank you for asking,’ I said quietly, holding my breath, and the room appeared to hold its breath, waiting. When I calmly replied, her eyes flitted with annoyance. Even if it was a little triumph, it was nevertheless a victory. I looked around and saw the other visitors’ uninterested expressions. At least I hadn’t handed Sandra ammo, but they didn’t provide any assistance.
Calmly Replying
