"I don't mind sitting here and pretending not to exist," she offered. "It is not like the two of you are paying me any attention, anyway," she grumbled but got up. Her gun was still pointed at his head. "One wrong move," she warned. "You make one wrong move and I will blow your head to pieces, Murray, I promise you." With that, she moved away. She did not turn her back towards us.
She retreated slowly, reaching the door and closing it to give us a sense of privacy. You could hear everything from outside. The walls were thin.
"You are sick?"
"There is nothing wrong with me, I assure you. Contrary to everyone's belief, I am fine!" I let him know. "What is the meaning of all this? Why do you want to talk to me?"
"I had to explain myself!" he explained, incredulously. "I can't just let you think that I made up all my feelings and let you marry some half-wit that has so clue how to handle a woman like you-"
"Handle a woman like me?" I questioned, furious.
