No More Waiting, She Chooses Love

Chapter 44



I grabbed my toothbrush cup and brushed my teeth without glancing at Fat Jean. Yet, her eyes never left me, scanning me from head to toe and back again.

"Licia, meet Fat Jean," Ethel suddenly introduced us.

With my mouth full of toothpaste, I nodded at Fat Jean.

She had a round face, wasn't fat, and was in a floral dress, her face done up nicely. It was clear she had made an effort.

"Fat Jean, this is the Licia I've been telling you about. I wasn't lying. Look how fresh-faced she is," Ethel was hand-washing some clothes.

When Fat Jean and I locked eyes, I could see a hint of envy, though she wouldn't admit it. "Well, she's younger. Of course, she looks fresh. I was just as good-looking at her age."

Ethel snorted, and Fat Jean shot her a look. Their silent battle was like a comedy to me.

As I finished brushing my teeth, Fat Jean finally spoke, "So, Ms. Hudson, are you here visiting relatives or just for fun?"

hanging out," I answered while rinsing the

come alone, or is there a boyfriend in the

seemed to

me to play matchmaker. Don't you think they'd make a fine pair?" Ethel always had

said, "That rough man hoping to date the pretty girl needs the pretty girl to be

once, her jealousy admitted that

"Licia, you dreamt of

just stood

filled with resentment and annoyance. Then she declared, "Ms. Hudson, just for

a strand of hair from my face, "Oh? Did you

red, reminding me of Ethel's story about

you haven't slept

and

it's any of your business what happens between

Jean couldn't respond but glared at me and Ethel

clicked her tongue as she wrung the clothes to