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A promise broken
1. A Promise Broken
Jane was having dinner with the girls at a chic restaurant. They had been doing
shopping that afternoon and now they were chatting about all the things they had got:
trendy (we are already saying they are ‘of the latest fashion) clothes and shoes of the
latest fashion. She loved her new clothes, but now she had a guilty conscience knowing
that she had splashed out on them. She knew she had bought them on impulse (we said
the same in the previous sentence). She was now regretting having sold all her family’
sacrifices. For so long they had been trying to create a nest for the future!
Yet Jane couldn’t help getting through money like water. The girls were women
of means and she hated to be outdone by her friends. If she wanted to be like them, she
would dress alike. They were not in the least bit worried about money, but Jane did. She
was brooding on what her husband would do when she gets home. But now it was too
late. She had run out of cash.
Jane was having dinner with her friends at a very smart restaurant. They had
been doing shopping that afternoon and now they were chatting about all the things they
had purchased: stylish clothes and elegant shoes of the latest fashion. She loved her new
acquisition. However, in a matter of seconds Jane starting wrestling with a guilty
conscience, for she knew that she had splashed out on them. She bitterly regretted
having sold all her family’s sacrifices. For so long they had been trying to create a nest
egg for the future!
Yet Jane couldn’t help getting through money like water. The girls, she
miserably thought, were women of means. Therefore, if she wanted to be like them, she
would dress alike. How much she hated to be outdone by them! They were not in the
least a bit worried about money, but Jane did. She was brooding on what her husband
would do when she gets home. But now it was too late. She had run out of cash.
Jane was having dinner with her friends at a very smart restaurant. They had
been doing shopping that afternoon and now they were chatting about all the things they
had purchased: stylish clothes and elegant shoes of the latest fashion. She loved her new
acquisition. However, in a matter of seconds Jane starting wrestling with a guilty
conscience, for she knew that she had splashed out on them. She bitterly regretted
having sold all her family’s sacrifices. For so long they had been trying to create a nest
egg for the future!
Yet Jane couldn’t help getting through money like water. The girls, she
miserably thought, were women of means. Therefore, if she wanted to be like them, she
would dress alike. How much she hated to be outdone by them! They were not in the
least a bit worried about money, but Jane did. She was brooding on what her husband
would do when she gets home. But now it was too late. She had run out of cash.