The phone rings yet again, its cheerful ring tone grates on my nerves. Jennifer for the tenth time this morning!
I throw the phone across the room and it bounces off the cushions and hits the floor. I hope the damn thing breaks!
This situation has gotten completely out of control. I hear the tone for an incoming text message. I glare at the phone before crossing the room to pick it up. Jennifer!
The phone rings again and I angrily push the button to talk. “Jennifer you’re one crazy bitch!”
“Roger you haven’t seen crazy yet. When I tell my sister what you and I’ve been up to, you’ll think I’m the normal one.” The bitch is laughing hysterically!
“You can’t do that! Donna will want a divorce.”
“A divorce? You have no idea, but you won’t be getting divorced. A dead man doesn’t need a divorce.”
“What are you saying?”
All I hear is laughter. I want to hang up on her, but I don’t think that would be a good idea considering she’s losing control. God I hate women!
“Jennifer please listen to me.” She snorts, swears and hangs up. Frantically I try to call her back, but all I get is her voice-mail.
I race into the house to find Donna. She’s in the kitchen and on the phone. Judging by the look on her face I’m too late. She glares at me. If looks could kill…!
For a moment I think maybe it wasn’t Jennifer, but she throws her phone across the room and picks up the butcher knife. Oh shit!
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