Edna Rankin
Edna Rankin marked the exact day and time when she knew she’d had enough. She looked up at the yellow plastic kitchen clock and noted the time. 11:05 a.m. Not yet noon on the day when her life would change forever. Her fingers drummed on the green Formica table top. The aluminum band around the table made a cool line on her forearm as it rested on the edge.
“Tuesday, July 12,” she read aloud from the morning newspaper lying beneath her coffee cup. Tuesday, July 12, eleven-oh-five in the morning, Edna Rankin quits being a doormat! Who does Fred think he is? Once again he’s to blame and makes it look like it’s my fault. Well, I’m through with all that!