At seven o’clock sharp, Beverly rang the doorbell because she always respected my home and my boundaries. She is sixty eight years old and she has lived alone in her own apartment for five years since her husband passed away.
“What on earth happened, Henrietta?” she asked with a worried expression as she stepped inside. I told her everything while I served her a fresh cup of coffee and explained how Randall had treated me like a child.
“And you actually told him to bring them over on Saturday?” she asked with a look of pure shock on her face. She expected me to have fought him or cried but I explained that I had learned there were much smarter ways to handle a conflict.
“Henrietta, do you have any idea what Penelope is like when she wants something?” Beverly asked while shaking her head. “Once that woman settles in here, she will never leave and your house will be a complete disaster within a week.”
“That is exactly why I have to act quickly,” I told her while leaning in closer. I explained my plan which was not something I had just thrown together but something I had been considering for several months now.