The police began an all out search, but there are few clues to go on. Will life on the river ever be the same again?
Coming around the back of the house, Tom spotted me with my wine glass and before even greeting us he snapped, “What are you doing?”
I went from basically relaxed to furious in under a second. Sitting forward in my chair, I adopted the clipped tone Tom uses when he is extremely angry. “I am sitting on my deck, watching my river, visiting with my friends, and drinking my wine.That’s what I’m doing.” Although I was trying to contain my anger, I'm afraid it was evident to everyone.
Sue soothingly asked if they would like some wine. Tom was trying to stare a hole through me and, filled with anger, I was staring right back. Tom looked over at Sue and said, “No, thank you.”
Turning back to me he said, “Cassie, I’d like to speak with you inside, please.”
“That’s too bad. I don’t feel like listening,” I snapped, settling back. Nothing was getting me out of that chair short of Tom dragging me out, and I felt reasonably certain that wasn’t going to happen. I knew how rude I was being, but I’d reached the end of my rope.
Oooooh I think Cassie might be in trouble!
Thanks for sharing, PK Corey!!