Arianne only returned after having dinner with Tiffany and Melanie. By the time she reached home, it was slightly over nine o’clock at night.
Smore had been adamant about waiting for his mother and refused to sleep. Upon seeing her, Smore struggled out of Aunt Shelly’s arms and dashed forward, shouting, “Mommy!”
Arianne picked the boy up and eyed Shelly instinctively, anticipating. This was usually when Shelly would declare time for Smore to go to sleep so that Arianne had no time to interact with the kid a second longer.
This time, however, Shelly did none of that. She did not seem out of the ordinary when she greeted her. “Home already, huh? Take a shower so you may rest early. Smore refuses to sleep before you come home, you know. I bet seeing you now gladdens him greatly.”
She nodded. “You should rest early, too. Anyway, I’ll bring Smore upstairs.”
Arianne might have only lived with Shelly for a while, but she felt like she had known that woman enough to conclude that she was, indeed, mentally unhinged—a rather severe case, at that. Shelly had turned a complete one-eighty from who she was last night! At times, she possessed an explosive, hair-triggering pugnacity, exhibiting a degree of asperity and a paranoid victimization complex. Other times, Shelly was nothing but beautiful, graceful, decorous, and genial. Was this not the hallmark of split-personality disorder? Surely no one could fake such distinct personalities this convincingly, right?
She conceded that an ordinary person might also suspect Arianne of secretly harboring desires for revenge against Mark. Still, they would certainly not express their skepticism in the sort of unfiltered and combative manner Shelly displayed. Only someone who was mentally sick would magnify every little trivial out of proportions, use them to fuel their paranoia, and exhibit an inability to keep their extreme thoughts under wraps.
Arianne returned to her bedroom after getting Smore to sleep. Mark was already lying down on his bed, though he was occupied with his phone rather than sleeping.
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