“Stop it,” said Serena reacting angrily to her husband’s accusation of flirting with bad old friends. “Stop it, Steve. I can’t stay here and watch you accuse me falsely.”
“And why that?’ asked her husband as he stretched out in one of the two-seater chairs in the sitting room, his feet on the small table in front of him.
“Why what Steve?”
“Why the shout Serena?”
“I can’t understand what you are driving at,” said Serena
“I know it’s the same old song of I don’t understand.”
“Ok Steve, what is wrong with what I did,” she said and found her way to the three-seater chair directly in front of her husband.
“I am surprised you don’t see anything wrong in visiting Allen Avenue,” Steve said squeezing his face while he looked directly into his wife’s eyes.
“And what’s wrong with that?”
“A lot, a lot my dear.”
“I’m all hears mister. Teach me.”