The Day I Kissed An Older Man by Cher the Cherished

"We must proceed cautiously with our plans instead of expecting an overnight success!"

Karen merely nodded. "Just trust me. Alright, don't stay in my room too long, lest they really think I'm unwell. I'm sure that rat would be very happy then. You should go back to your room now. I'll update you if anything comes up."

Despite her concerns, Sadie was thus dismissed from her mother's room. She wanted to say more but found Rita leaning against the railing with her arms crossed and looking at her with great interest. "Tsk tsk tsk. So there are things your mother doesn't want to tell you after all! But then again, you're just a child, so what help could you possibly be to her? If I were her, I wouldn't want to tell you either." "Just what are you trying to say?" Sadie hated Rita's condescending attitude. She had much more than Rita, yet Rita always acted like she had everything. She was quite the performer.

"It's exactly what you think it means. Truth is a bitter pill to swallow, huh? If I were you, I'd dig deeper. What if something you can't control happens in the future?"

Sadie scoffed. "When did the great Miss Rita Russell learn to speak in such a roundabout way? Or perhaps those are just empty threats, and you're just trying to throw me off? After all, your mother is long dead, so it's only natural that you'll miss spending time with her."

Rita lowered her head and chuckled. "Sadie, don't you have anything to say except for bringing up my mother? But then again, even if you do, I still don't think you have more than I do. What my mother gave me is enough for me to live a lifetime."

mentioning her mother was not just for

on airs in front of me, Rita. Have you forgotten how hard you were trying to please my mother when we first

cryptically. "Yes,

person. Yet it turns out she has quite a vile heart. She only knows how to bully kids But it's okay. I've long passed the age of needing help. You, on the other hand, should take the time to ask your mother about what she has

casually turned and left. She was trying to throw Sadie off. She had reached her aim as long

her room-where she was alone-she could not help but clutch her chest bitterly. She never felt like she

her life, yet she felt her deepest psychological scars opening every time Sadie prodded at her deepest wounds. "Mom,

Contrary to Rita's expectations,

not