After enduring the first wave of intense pain, she waited for it to ease a little before looking up and saying, "It's fine, I'm used to it..."
The pain from the wound would recur several times a month; she had long since gotten used to it. It seemed to be a form of retribution for her past actions. She chose to accept it willingly, without complaint.
"You..." Jane hesitated, often wanting to ask who bore such a grudge against her to want her dead.
But in the end, she didn't ask, as Mabel Doyle's expression seemed to suggest she didn't want to elaborate.
Mabel glanced up at her, slowly sat upright, and changed the topic, "Did you go to the bar for drinks?"
"Yeah, I had a few bottles..." She sank back into the sofa, her eyes fixed on the ceiling.
Mabel chuckled lightly, noticing the heavy makeup on the woman's face. She seemed to guess something and asked, "What, your daddy set up another blind date for you?"
