Spencer sighed to himself. He had really been hoping it was the husband who answered. Call him old fashioned, but it was somehow a little easier on his conscience to sucker punch a man in the gut.
Instead of a punch to the gut he shifted his bulk into the door frame, making it impossible for the woman to shut the door on him.
Well ma’am, I sure hope so. You see, you’ve been badmouthing a lot of people lately, he said, calmly pulling out a cigarette and lighting it, blowing the smoke past her face into the front room. If I can offer you a little lesson, people don’t tend to like it when you bad mouth them. Now, he continued, that lesson was free, but if I have to come back here I’m gonna charge my full fee. And trust me, that’s a bill you don’t want to pay, got me? So enough with the bad mouthing and accusations. Do we understand one another?