Jane Jago’s Daily Drabble – One Hundred and Seventy-Five

Anne answered the door to a thin woman with a sour mouth.
“You get your claws out of my father, or you’ll be sorry.”
Anne chuckled, and her uninvited visitor hissed.
“I only have to click my fingers. Especially when I tell him how you slapped my face.”
Anne shrugged an ample shoulder and obliged.
“Now piss off before I decide a black eye might suit you.”
She shut the door and turned a laughing face to the tall man who came out of the kitchen.
“Sorry about the slap.”
He smiled.
“Maybe I should have done this years ago.”

©️jj 2019