First World Problems

By: Alexis McGuinness

Lady complained. About the rooms, the schedule, the income. Mr. piled on his frustrations in turn: the schedule, the uneven load, the absence of stipends. Lady cooed with sympathy, lifting her eyebrows until cavernous lines formed across her forehead. If she left them in that position too long, she got a headache. Something offended her nostrils and she turned slightly to assess if it was Mr.’s breath or the crotch of the man whose legs splayed wide across from her. Mr. grabbed the thread of another grievance and Lady clung to him, not willing to be left behind.

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