‘Vanessa you think you’re so much smarter than everyone else!’ ‘Baby I don’t think- I know!’ A bottle of wine had become as necessary as a tube of tooth paste, it was the unspoken item of the weekly grocery list ever since Anthony Jones had surprised her with a bottle and said her face had lit up when she saw it. ‘You’re my drunken wife!’ he would joke after he realized that she could drink just as much as he could. Vanessa didn’t mind, she would blush at the title of being his wife, glad that she had found someone who seemed to see past the façade and into the real core of her being. He saw every flaw and loved her anyway, sober or drunk; naughty or nice, she was his and that reality gladdened her. But wine made her hard-headed. She was like her father in that way, and Raymond Muporeze was never one to back away from anything. Anthony and he were more alike than Vanessa would care to admit. They were both loud and abrasive; you heard them coming before you actually saw them, And they both walked around with a God complex. Vanessa’s relationship with her dad was strained; it was something about all the different women in his bed that weren’t her mother,
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