"Right. I'll never learn. Don't make me come with you to an occasion like this. Let others come with you," Anita said while angrily tossing her cue aside.
"What are you doing, Anita? You're unbelievable. Who am I supposed to come with?" Owen said angrily as he watched Anita throw the golf club. Almost everyone who played golf was a gentleman and a polite person, and it was rare for anyone to throw a golf club. So when Owen saw that Anita had just thrown the golf club, he was enraged.
"Yes, I can't be reasoned with. Go play golf with Miss Joan. Don't be with me." The more she spoke, the sadder she became. Her eyes started to turn red.
Owen froze at Anita's words. He understood now that she'd been so angry because he'd just asked Joan to play golf.
So he leaned closer to Anita and whispered, "Is it because of Joan? Don't be angry. I only see her as a sister because she was there for me when I encountered something a few years ago."
