Make Up

Lucas was gone as fast as lightning but I was still fuming inside while resisting the strong urge to storm out of the room and run after him so we could finish what he started.

My legs ache for standing too long and demanding that I sit down so I did.

"Cheers Mrs. Alexander." Peterson spoke, lifting his glass in the air as though he hadn't just threatened to shoot me moments ago. "That was entertaining." He added with a twinkle in his eyes.

I rolled my eyes heavenward, "I'm glad you find it entertaining, Mr. Peterson." I bit back irritably.

"Why can't you just admit he was right?" He inquired.

"Do you think he was right?"

"Well he is." He replied.

"So you're telling me it's right to just come into the room after we agreed that I could handle this?"