Next to him, Christ Cartwright saw her actions and his eyes dimmed, inexplicably recalling someone from the past.
Thinking back...
That guy always liked to threaten others.
Unfortunately, he left too early; Christ had almost forgotten about him over the years.
"Two choices, one, obediently accept your bad luck, pretend nothing happened, and get out of here. Or two..."
The words paused slightly, and Flossie Wright smiled again, "Two, I beat you up, and you go back and try to deal with us. Of course, you might end up half-paralyzed, missing an arm, or a broken leg or something. Don't worry, I can afford the medical bills for crippling you."
She spoke very calmly.
Extremely calm.
Her words were as if she were discussing where we should go to eat.
This place has good taste, but it might bankrupt you; that place is mediocre, but you can afford it.
Easygoing, negotiating tone, not forcing decisions upon others, we could even negotiate, which sounded somewhat considerate.
