And like the Beta's wife said, she saw him sitting outside on swing bench, hands clasped between his legs.
John ran up behind Talia but didn't say a word and just shook his head in pity.
"When were you planning on taking your sorry butt upstairs." She said and Jephthah looked up. He flinched on seeing anger…pure murderous anger in her eyes. It made her look scary, in contrast to the Talia he had known all these while.
He got up and the bench was left swinging behind him, the sound echoing in the silent garden.
"Talia…"
"I came here by 11:00am," she cut in and began counting her fingers. "That's 1,2…10 hours Jephthah. I waited ten hours and when you arrive two hours ago, you don't even care to say 'hi'. You just sat your sorry butt here and acted like I wasn't important."
John muffled a laugh when she kept saying 'butt' but cleared his throat and looked away when Talia turned to him with a murderous gaze.
