“All she cares about is the money.” She’d heard the same comment for m
“All she cares about is the money.” She’d heard the same comment for most of her adult life, but somehow this time it actually got under her skin. In a room full of fancy guests, of the rich and those pretending to be rich, somehow the words found their way through the live jazz, the clinks of silver on fine china, the pretenious voices, and the expensive heels on even more expensive marble. “She’s only with him because he’ll buy her diamond necklaces. But they are like collars that turns her into a slave to cold cash.” It was a conversation, meant to appear to be private but just loud enough to be sure she’d hear it. It brought her to a stop. She didn’t say a thing, or even look at the people who had spoken. Actions speak louder than words. In a quick stroke she seized the ropes of necklace and gave them a sharp firm tug. The diamonds flashed in the light and the precious stones dashed towards the floor. In the instant of absolute silence that followed, all she said was, “It’s my money.” And like a pack of hungry hogs, everyone fell to their hands and knees around her, searching for the errant precious stones. But she paid them no heed as she strode forward, the diamonds shining and skittering under her heels. -- source link