Playing Second Fiddle
"Why are you here?"
"Well, I was just curious how in the world the great Evie Jones managed to mess herself up like this. What happened to Stewart? Didn't he come see you?"
She pursed her lips, not responding.
"Man, how irresponsible. After you waited for him for all those years, too…"
I don’t know which nerve that sentence struck, but she suddenly went crazy, grabbed the glass from the bedside table, and hurled it at me.
"Get out! Get out!"