The White Roses

There were empty beer bottles everywhere and the room was so full of cigarette smoke. Miranda could hardly make out the people in the room since it was full of smoke and no windows ere open. Miranda interrupted the car game, asking "Which one of you is Vera Fay Pattison," "I wish to speak to her in private." A middle aged scruffy woman with greasy long hair stood up. "I am Mrs Vera Fay Pattison," she said nastily. Alone with her,Miranda looked at the the untidy dirty woman with her mean sour face and asked her what was going on. At first glance she reminded Miranda of her own dreadful mother. Vera wore a dirty pinny over her dress and her hair hung limply down her back. "Who are you?" asked Vera Fay in a snooty voice. "Miranda Evans," replied Miranda. "What, finally decided to come home at last have ya lovie, need mooney from daddy, do ya?" said Vera Fay in a nasty tone of voice. "About time ya came home, not much chop as a daughter you are," sneered Vera Fay with a cigarette hanging out of the corner of her mouth. It was all Miranda could do not to slap her face. She regained her determed stance. "Mrs Pattison," she said "your services are no longer required here.Pack up your belongings and be gone within the hour. Miranda was seething with anger and needed to quickly exit the room before she did something unthinkable to the horrid woman and ended up in the local goal. Miranda could not ever recall feeling so much anger towards another human being.