Maddy's Floor
“No way was she was going to lie down here while her brother used underhanded tricks to get his way. That man thought way too much of himself. That he'd been able to buy the spot she'd been waiting for on the famed third floor, was intolerable. She cast a furtive glance at Sissy in the bed beside her. She hadn't been able to stop studying her all morning. How odd. She looked better every day. How did that happen? As Doris had steadily declined, that woman appeared to have steadily improved. In the last few months, the improvement had been noticeable. Sissy wasn't friendly. She had that better-than-everyone attitude, so it wasn't as if Doris could up and ask her what she'd been doing. As it was, the two rarely spoke. Who called their daughter 'Sissy' anyway? Doris had met one other person with that name, a child she'd taught piano lessons to way back when. The poor girl had died a mysterious death, as Doris recalled. Doris kept her head down, tugging her focus back to the half-writte...n letter in front of her.MoreLess
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