"How many wolves know about this?" Sheryl repeated the question again, Farrel was staring at her wondering what the hell the woman was talking about because he didn't know what she meant by whatever that was.
It was a general question and he couldn't tell what Sheryl meant by that.
"Farrel, I have asked you a question, would you please answer me instead of gawking at me as if I have something on my face. Do I have something on my face?" Sheryl said and touched her face, thinking maybe she had something on her face and she didn't know.
She found nothing so she looked at Farrel, "I swear…" And the same time Farrel said, "care to explain what you mean?"
Sheryl stopped talking and stared at Farrel, she sighed. This was not how she thought it would go, she was sure if she talked to Farrel in parables and codes, he would get it without the need to explain exactly what it was that she meant.
