“Phillip is in town.”
“Your brother wants to come for dinner.”
“How are we stocked for ethylene-glycol ?”
Deana sat down and looked him in the eye. “You’re still angry. It’s been ten years since Luisa.”
“Not Luisa, it’s the way he looks at you – “
George remembered the card in his wallet for Murderesses-Inc.
“Rejoice!” he chimed. Time to end this.
Thinking George had a change of heart, Deana forwarded the invitation to Philip.
Boy, did she regret that move.