"This is so funny!" Meredith giggled as Lily recounted the events of that morning.
Lily glared at her. "I won't give you a muffin if you keep laughing."
Meredith shrugged off the threat, her laughter bubbling up again. "I'm not laughing at you! I'm laughing at the circumstances. Just picture it—what if you had confronted him? You walk in, upend a glass of coffee on his head, and shout, 'You bastard, you cheat! How can you two-time me?' Then he'd stand up, all soaked like a little puppy, and introduce you to her, saying, 'This is my aunt!'"
Lily rolled her eyes at the ridiculous image Meredith painted, but a small smile crept onto her face despite herself. "She really doesn't look like an aunt, you know... And it was nice meeting her..."
Meredith looked at her and sighed," At this point, I almost hope that she was not his aunt but his girlfriend. Or at least she was not nice to you."
Lily looked up from her book then," What do you mean?"
