"What did you call me?" James said with utter disgust.
"I called you James," Angie said
James was speechless.
"I'll tell you something. I am ten years younger than Gloria. I am more youthful and energetic than her, also...when I saw you the first time you went to our dance group to look for Gloria, I already..."
So that was what it was! It made sense now! Bloody hell! It turned out that this woman had had her eyes on him too. Gloria was right. This woman was jealous. Not only was she jealous, but she even wanted t o snatch him away. Ha! He was indeed good -looking and also gentlemanly. However, James truly did not take a fancy to her at all.
"What did you do then?" James' tone was a s cold as the icicles formed in the deep winters. He never looked directly at Angie a tall.
Angie did not mind as well. On the contrary, she promoted herself to him even harder. "I am younger than her. She is already more than fifty years old. Her skin i s already saggy. It's true, James. I-I also know how to dance and play the piano. I a m just as good as her. Look at how tight my skin is. I..."
James sneered. "Go to hell!"
"What did you say?" Angie asked.
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