Cumming Home
The train carriage was empty which suited my mood due to the fact I was going home and I really wasn't looking forward to it.I felt a dull ache in my stomach at the thought of meeting my grandmother again. It was because of her that I had left home in the first place.My grandmother Cheryl, is an amazon, harridan, a harpy, a she-devil or whatever title you wish to convey upon her.She took me in late in her life, at fifty-one, after my mom threatened to give me up for adoption, and she has always...