Gemotions

The discovery came via a local newspaper, a glossy profile on successful entrepreneurs. There, in a picture, was Mrs. Peterson, the woman who always brought a casserole to the potlucks. James felt his jaw drop.

He’d always thought of her as… well, a nice lady. Someone who maybe clipped coupons and shopped at the discount grocery store. The article detailed her vast real estate empire, the yachts, the private jets. He re-read the paragraph about her philanthropic endeavors, feeling a strange tightening in his chest.

He remembered complaining, *loudly*, about the quality of the casserole. He’d even implied she was cheap!