The Weed

The Weed

One day I was standing in the courtyard talking to Mr Lu. All of a sudden he turned away, pointed threateningly at a weed, and yelled at it. “You said what?!” He pulled it up by its roots, broke it in two, smashed it to the ground and kicked it. Two male aides arrived, grabbed him by the arms, and tried to remove him. He jerked away, pointed angrily at the weed. “This is none of your business, this is just between me and her!!!”

~ Frances

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