15- Stop Interacting With Me In Public

He could not see the face but the familiar scent told him who it was…

“If. Next. Time. You. Ever. Try. To. Communicate. With. Me. In front. Of. Anyone. I. Will. Murder. You! Got. That?”

Abigail’s hissing sound appeared near his ear. Gulping down his laughter he slowly nodded his head.

“Say it, you monster!” She said between her clenched teeth.

“I got you, sugar!” His heavy voice appeared through the dark.

“Stop. Calling. Me. That.”

“Stop. Calling. You. What?” He mimicked her effortlessly.

“This stupid … sugar thing.” Now, why was her voice shaking?

“Ok. What’s the deal? Why so angry?” when she did not answer, he again said, “We can sit and talk about it. Let’s bring it in open.” His both arms were raised in a ‘hands up’ position.

Did she detect friendliness in his tone? But no. Right