Chapter 36 Tamara's Mother

• With her lips pressed together into a thin line, her eyes staring blankly at nothing, Mrs. Trumpour clasped her hands around her phone tightly as she placed it on the dining table. Her head dropped as she gritted her teeth, unable to stop the anger that slowly welled up in her, hating the feeling of being on edge, it puts her.
• ‘ Shit!,’ she cursed in between her teeth, dropping the phone and looking away angrily.
• “ What's wrong, mum?” Tamara asked as she walked into the dining room, snapping Mrs. Trumpour out of her thoughts.