Regroup (RP)

"She should have thought of that before whispering in my husband’s ear" She had that dangerous look in her eyes. Like she was a road roller, and he could either step aside, or end up like a human pancake. Standing up, she left the bedroom and deliberately closed the door behind her, then headed directly to the living room where Sarah was already busy packing.

Whatever her intentions were didn’t matter to her. She wanted to make sure there weren’t any ‘misunderstandings’ this time:

"You have five minutes to pack your things and get out of here" she looked coldly at her "And I don’t ever want to see you again. That includes my writers’ circle" She didn’t care if Sarah took some of the clothes she’d bought her, or a few hygiene products. All she wanted was her out of the apartment, and it couldn't happen fast enough.

Persephone smirks at Circe and replies, "Are you afraid I'll see your sexts? Or that I'll see your browsing history again? My land line doesn't send texts, silly girl. And I'm not old!" Then, looking at the gorilla in the Twilight shirt, Persephone comments, "Do you believe this girl? No respect for her elder. So, hi, I'm Persephone, this one's older sister. This is my place. And you are?"

If Sarah wanted to sob, she could do it in the hallway, or out in the rain, for all she cared. That girl crossed a line, and Emma didn't feel the least bit sorry for her. She locked the door behind her, then walked back to the bedroom, feeling even more at ease than after one of the massages at the Lanesborough.

She sat back down on the bed next to David, and looked at him before sighing softly:

"Have you seen a doctor? Chicken soup is nice and all, but you've been running around outside in the rain for weeks. I’m worried you might have caught pneumonia."