Manipulating Marlene: Part One
- Hamlin
- Jun 16
- 7 min read
There was nothing, Marlene decided, quite so humiliating as being pawned off on your estranged brother for a week because your mother refused to foot the bill for a hotel room. It had to be some kind of violation of the Geneva Convention, or, at the very least, the unspoken contract between all women that said, If you raise me with an iron rod and the vocabulary of a Sunday schoolmarm, you don’t get to send me off to live with a total creep for seven days and pretend it’s a vacation.
