Devonne Brown

“She believed a great happiness awaited her somewhere, and for this reason she remained calm as the days flew by.” Gyula Krudy

“Just look at that bougie bitch, always acting so cool and contrite, nothing ever bothers her,” 

“Why should it? She has the plan. She’s been following her own drummer for years. Doing her right thing.” 

“I can’t stand that smug look on her face like she’s got a secret. Like she’s got something going on that we’re not invited to.”

“We’re not invited. It’s her thing. See her grin? It’s private. She’s not smiling at you or me. She’s congratulating herself for something she did, she liked, she wanted. Like it’s being crossed off a list and going in a jar.”

“That’s exactly right. She’s on her own mission. It has nothing to do with us, but it doesn’t hurt us. We get the fruit from her labors.”

“Yeah, but she’s so smug about it. She never says anything, just puts it in her jar and claps her hands with everybody else. Like she’s building something. What if it’s big?”

“Big? That wouldn’t be cool.”

“Why do you care what she’s building, she’s not bothering you, she’s doing it all by herself.”

“That’s the part that bothers me. She’s covert, enigmatic. Anything in secret has to be wrong. Why won’t she tell us what she’s building or doing? Why does everything she does have to be done so clearly and with clean margins. No room for questions. It’s just done. Who is she trying to impress anyway? She doesn’t seem to be close to anybody. Nobody trusts her. She’s clandestine.”

“Her right thing makes others suspicious, but she does it anyway. She’s not oblivious to their paranoia or her own. She doesn’t know how to play with others, she needs to hang on a few more years without getting fired.”

No good deed goes unpunished.