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To try and distract herself from thinking anything, Jude hadn’t gone home after school. She’d called a taxi and headed straight into the city- New Bond Street to be exact- to shop. It was the must distracting thing she could think of. After browsing Miu Miu for a while and ignoring the snooty looking woman behind the counter, she crossed the street and ended up in D & G poking at jeans.
It was there that she turned around and came face to face with her mother. The older woman was looking at a rack of dresses on the other side of the jeans and Jude just stared. She hadn’t seen her mother since she’d left home months ago. Her mother hadn’t noticed Jude yet and Jude wanted to keep it that way. Silently she put down the jeans she’d picked up and walked smoothly past her.
“Judith?”
Shit shit shit shit. Jude stopped and turned, her face composed. “Mother.”
Her mother was watching her, the surprise still evident on her face. “I haven’t seen you for so long.”
“That’s because I left home,” she told her coldly. Could the woman really be this stupid?
“I know that,” her mother said, and now their tones were both cold. She pursed her lips and looked sour. “You’ve taken your father’s money with you.”
“Well earned,” Jude said, crossing her arms. “You know that much, mother.”
No response to that. She looked at the rack of dresses as she spoke, fingers flicking through the material. “I’m leaving him. Your father and I are getting a divorce.”
Jude made no reaction. She said nothing that told the woman she already knew. “Let me be the first to congratulate you both.” She really couldn’t keep all the bitterness from her voice. “No one else will ever take either of you.”
When she said that there was an evil flash in her mother’s eye. Something cold and calculating and…amused. It frightened Jude without her even knowing why. There was something, something bad, that her mother knew that Jude didn’t. There was something she seemed to be dying to tell her daughter but wanted to keep in under wraps. And Jude knew that is she knew her mother as well as she thought she did, it was going to be something that would be bad for Jude.
But then the evil look was gone and it was replaced merely with a smug smile, still all knowing. “Good day, Jude,” she said, voice laced with sugary arsenic. She walked out of the store, Prada heels clicking against the floor. “Enjoy your shopping.”
Jude didn’t turn around to watch her go. She kept her eyes very firmly planted on the dress rack until her mother was long gone.
She didn’t feel much like shopping anymore and walked out of the story herself and headed home.
It was there that she turned around and came face to face with her mother. The older woman was looking at a rack of dresses on the other side of the jeans and Jude just stared. She hadn’t seen her mother since she’d left home months ago. Her mother hadn’t noticed Jude yet and Jude wanted to keep it that way. Silently she put down the jeans she’d picked up and walked smoothly past her.
“Judith?”
Shit shit shit shit. Jude stopped and turned, her face composed. “Mother.”
Her mother was watching her, the surprise still evident on her face. “I haven’t seen you for so long.”
“That’s because I left home,” she told her coldly. Could the woman really be this stupid?
“I know that,” her mother said, and now their tones were both cold. She pursed her lips and looked sour. “You’ve taken your father’s money with you.”
“Well earned,” Jude said, crossing her arms. “You know that much, mother.”
No response to that. She looked at the rack of dresses as she spoke, fingers flicking through the material. “I’m leaving him. Your father and I are getting a divorce.”
Jude made no reaction. She said nothing that told the woman she already knew. “Let me be the first to congratulate you both.” She really couldn’t keep all the bitterness from her voice. “No one else will ever take either of you.”
When she said that there was an evil flash in her mother’s eye. Something cold and calculating and…amused. It frightened Jude without her even knowing why. There was something, something bad, that her mother knew that Jude didn’t. There was something she seemed to be dying to tell her daughter but wanted to keep in under wraps. And Jude knew that is she knew her mother as well as she thought she did, it was going to be something that would be bad for Jude.
But then the evil look was gone and it was replaced merely with a smug smile, still all knowing. “Good day, Jude,” she said, voice laced with sugary arsenic. She walked out of the store, Prada heels clicking against the floor. “Enjoy your shopping.”
Jude didn’t turn around to watch her go. She kept her eyes very firmly planted on the dress rack until her mother was long gone.
She didn’t feel much like shopping anymore and walked out of the story herself and headed home.
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