“Who does she think she is? She can’t speak to me like that, Michael!” Florence was pacing the length of his office. She had asked to meet him after dinner. He knew it had to do with her meeting with Isobel and was glad he had heard Isobel’s side first.
“I must say that I agree with her, Florence.” Michael sighed and she instantly glared at him.
“What? Did I hear you correctly? Do you agree with her? Since when? I have always dressed like this, and you have never complained! I always thought that you appreciated me showing you some skin! I have been waiting all these years for you while you waste your time with that old hag you call a wife!!” Florence overstepped.
“Florence, be careful what you say. Your words might just get you into more trouble than just a warning about your dress!” M
