"Lest you forget, this is my husband's house," she said, crossing her legs gracefully.
"Was." Desmond sneered.
"I don't recall anyone deciding it was yours," she said coolly.
She pretended to think, "When Gary was on his deathbed, who was beside him?"
"Why it was me!" she exclaimed, flashing perfect teeth.
"Where were you, Desmond? You were running your little mafia with your mother."
"Thanks to you," Desmond sneered.
"I should be asking you what you are doing here...but it's obvious you are here to claim the spoils," she said distastefully.
She picked up a purse that lay beside her. Saw noticed the way her nails sparkled. She'd adorned them with pearls. She stood off with a huff and walked up to them, taking her precious time. She stopped in front of Sam and looked her over.
"Not bad," she said smugly. "A little advice." She leaned closer to Sam's ear.
"Enjoy it while it lasts."
Desmond grabbed Sam's arm and pulled her behind him.
"Leave," he said quietly.
