Today’s 3words are: INCH – COST – DISOWN.
And the final part of my no longer ongoing story…
I fought it, fought him, fought my sistahs.
It would be the end of me, if I gave in, if I gave it that proverbial inch.
He would be the end of me, too, although a beginning also, but without my sistahs, and I couldn’t live that way, whatever the cost.
My sistahs were everything, my family, my heart, although I could never tell them, be that soft, or they would disown me.
But his eyes…
Curly saw it first and looked away. Mo next with a smug grin. And finally Larry.
I held my breath.
But needn’t have worried.