Gemotions

Agnes hummed off-key as she meticulously applied a fresh coat of crimson nail polish. The eviction notice, propped open on the coffee table, was practically background noise. She’d always found the landlord to be such a tedious man, always harping on about late payments. Well, let him harp.

“Honestly,” she muttered, admiring her handiwork. “Some people just lack a sense of humor.” She carefully blotted her nails, each movement deliberate and precise.

A sudden tremor of annoyance coursed through her when she heard the insistent ring of the door bell. Her hands moved a little faster, but not out of panic. The landlord was probably at her door and she would be ready to welcome him with her best smile and empty promises.