The new Handmaid came today. Offred, but they are all named Offred. She looked surprised I answered the door, but if she was she hid it well. I brought her into the sitting room and sat with the cigarette in my mouth. Nasty habit, but to hard to give up. My left foot was hurting again, I had to put it up on the stool.
The new Offred was looking longingly at my cigarette, like she wanted to trade. Laughable. What would a Handmaid have to trade. Not even their bodies now because of this new world. I told her to sit down and she sat on the edge of the chair, as if she wanted to leave. As if she had the choice. When she finally met my eyes, I told her the truth. That I want to see her as little as possible. That I know that she feels the same. She didn't answer; I know that she must hate me and all the Wives. I also said that if she gives me trouble, I will give it right back.
I will never be those weak mnded, insecure Handmaids.
The only reason I tolerate those Handmaids is for the .......baby. Why?.........Why? If the leaders changed everything in our life, why couldnt they change the way we could have children?! For that little slut to have .... to be...... with my husband! I loath them. All of them. And most especially....her.
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