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I wasn’t surprised to see a scowl on Quayliah’s face, nor was I pleased, especially since that scowl was being directed at Tiselle. After three seconds, I growled, “Quayliah! Do we have a problem today?”
“Nope. How could anybody have a problem when you’re around?” she retorted with obvious sass, as she pushed her plate away, then she stood up and grumbled, “Happy f*****g Thanksgiving, Mr. Ambroise.”
Without another word, she stalked out of the dining room, leaving everybody sitting there with their mouths agape.
“That b***h! How dare she talk to you like that?” Asralyn hissed, jumping to her feet, then she ran out of the room after Quayliah.
I knew Asralyn was going to give Quayliah a good old-fashioned tongue lashing about respect, so I didn’t see any reason to also reprima
