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She pushed,"You work nights at the hotel.You got the time?"
"We meet at the hotel..."
Realizing my slip,I heard her malicious thought:
"Talking about being a cleaner at the hotel at night?Bet she’s a prostitute!"
I brushed her off with vague replies.
But it didn't end there.
Days later,during a tutoring session,police showed up.
Flashing badges,they said,
"We got a report of illegal activities here.Come with us."
My tutor,James Carter,and I were both stunned,then our shock turned into furious.
Who was slandering us?
At the police station,my tearful sister was already waiting for me.
She rushed over,sobbing,
"Sis,I was so worried,I called the police!"
"You don't have to hide the fact about what you were doing, I won’t tell anyone..."
I cut her off."I told you,I was having tutoring sessions."
She lowered her head,crying louder.
"Sis,you can't lie to the police."
Ignoring her act,I called my colleague.
After a quick explanation of our connection,my sister bit her lip,unwilling to admit her mistake.
"I thought she was secretly doing,you know,so I reported her to ruin her."
"Now I'm the fool.Ughhh!"
"Why doesn't she be a prostitute though?That's fast cash!"
In moments,so many thoughts flashed across her mind.
Then she grabbed my arm,feigning guilt.
"Sis,I'm sorry.I was worried and checked the hotel a few times."
"Seeing you two together scared me,so I called the police."
"I'll never act so rash again!"
James frowned slightly.
Strangers looked touched by our “sisterhood”.
Who'd believe she'd wish harm on her own sister?
Less than months after her first surgery,she was already dissatisfied with her face.
"My lips aren't right.Need a better smile."
"Temples too sunken.Need botox."
"creases?I'm not an old hag like her!"
Her surgery plans were grand,but her wallet was thin.
Despite streaming tips,her spending was high.
Facing with mountains of credit card debt,she fretted.
Then,one day,she invited me sailing out of the blue.
"I messed up before.Let's go have fun to make up for it!"
She didn’t say what she really wanted,but I agreed.
"Sounds good!"
I wanted to see what game she was playing.
On the trip,she seemed nervous,thinking she hid it well.
But as we wenr nearer to our destination,she became more and more restless.
As our sailboat drifted from shore,her knuckles whitened from her tight grip.
I was admiring the sea's beauty,forgetting to pay attention to her.
Lost in the blue waves,a push hit my back.
Her thought screamed:
"Die!"
