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“My problem?”

Slowly he rose until she had to crank her neck to see hirihtly that pain radiated up to her elbow

“Put the wine glass down”

She thrust her chin out and thumped him on the chest with her free hand “No”

“Hey, guys, what’s going on?”

“Shut up, Billie,” she said roughly

Everyone was staring, even Betty, who though pale, was at least back in the land of the living

“Take your hand off me,” Bobbi said carefully “Or else”

“Or else what?” Shane shook his head “You won’t win this, Bobbi Put the fucking glass down”

She sot my hand held in a vise”

He let go

“Thank you”

A heartbeat went by

And then she tossed the glass into his face, watching the red liquid roll down his cheeks like blood tears

Everyone went quiet, even Gra ‘twins,’ over and over and ‘tsk, tsk, tsk’, as soon as Bobbi had risen from her chair Of course Gramps had moved his chair back because he was a smart man