Deb woke up oleh the scent of fresh coffee and she smiled, eyes closed. But, then she remembered Mike’s suspension ended today, and he was gone to the office. She stepped out of bed, and opened the drawer of her pedestal cupboard, where she pulled out a gun.
She quickly put on one of Mike’s shirts, and tiptoed out of her room, and downstairs. At the door she waited, and listened carefully. When she recognized Max and Mrs. Weston’s voices, she sighed relieved, but couldn’t help feeling like an idiot.
She lowered her gun and walked into the living room, right when Mrs. Weston was leaving the kitchen.
Mrs. Weston’s gaze fell on the gun almost immediately, and she staggered backwards, pressing a hand against her chest. “Maxine! Maxine, anda need to come now! Hurry!” she yelled hysterically.
“No, no, Mrs. Weston. It’s okay. I’m not going to hurt you” Debra tried to calm Mrs. Weston down.
Max ran out of the kitchen, and her eyes widened at gun in Deb’s hand. She walked towards her and took the gun out of her hand. “Seriously, what the hell are anda thinking?”
“Sorry” Deb shrugged. “I thought someone broke in”
Mrs. Weston shook her head, disgustedly. “And you’re the one who needs protection?” she mocked sarcastically.
“Jean, come on, anda know that’s not fair” Max replied defensively. “You don’t know the whole story”
“I don’t know anything” Mrs. Weston fired back fiercely. “And who says Mike really knows anything? She could’ve told him anything she wants. There’s no one who can proof it. Maybe she’s not even carrying Mike’s child. Anyone could be the father”
“What is that supposed to mean?” Deb snapped offended.
“It means that maybe anda got knocked up oleh some acak stranger, atau your boyfriend, and then got your pantat, keledai dumped” Mrs. Weston noted assumingly. “I think that would be considered a valid reason to go a little crazy”
Max quickly put herself between Deb and Mrs. Weston. “Okay, I think we heard enough, Jean” she said, a little reproaching. “Maybe, it’s time for anda to leave?” she suggested.
“Fine” Mrs. Weston replied short, and Max could hear in her voice that she was disappointed Max didn’t take her side. “I know when I’m not welcome”
She quickly put on one of Mike’s shirts, and tiptoed out of her room, and downstairs. At the door she waited, and listened carefully. When she recognized Max and Mrs. Weston’s voices, she sighed relieved, but couldn’t help feeling like an idiot.
She lowered her gun and walked into the living room, right when Mrs. Weston was leaving the kitchen.
Mrs. Weston’s gaze fell on the gun almost immediately, and she staggered backwards, pressing a hand against her chest. “Maxine! Maxine, anda need to come now! Hurry!” she yelled hysterically.
“No, no, Mrs. Weston. It’s okay. I’m not going to hurt you” Debra tried to calm Mrs. Weston down.
Max ran out of the kitchen, and her eyes widened at gun in Deb’s hand. She walked towards her and took the gun out of her hand. “Seriously, what the hell are anda thinking?”
“Sorry” Deb shrugged. “I thought someone broke in”
Mrs. Weston shook her head, disgustedly. “And you’re the one who needs protection?” she mocked sarcastically.
“Jean, come on, anda know that’s not fair” Max replied defensively. “You don’t know the whole story”
“I don’t know anything” Mrs. Weston fired back fiercely. “And who says Mike really knows anything? She could’ve told him anything she wants. There’s no one who can proof it. Maybe she’s not even carrying Mike’s child. Anyone could be the father”
“What is that supposed to mean?” Deb snapped offended.
“It means that maybe anda got knocked up oleh some acak stranger, atau your boyfriend, and then got your pantat, keledai dumped” Mrs. Weston noted assumingly. “I think that would be considered a valid reason to go a little crazy”
Max quickly put herself between Deb and Mrs. Weston. “Okay, I think we heard enough, Jean” she said, a little reproaching. “Maybe, it’s time for anda to leave?” she suggested.
“Fine” Mrs. Weston replied short, and Max could hear in her voice that she was disappointed Max didn’t take her side. “I know when I’m not welcome”