*** Liz ***
John appeared all out of control. I didn't know what happened between him and Sam. The only things he shouted were:
"Damn you, Damn you, Damn you!"
"He'll pay for every tear you've shed!"
"My dear... I hate you!"
"You know, Liz." He looked at me and shouted. "Let's call your husband." I didn't say a word. I just watched him. He took his cell phone out of his jacket pocket, dialed some numbers, and then spoke. "Let's see what his reaction is."
*** Outgoing Call ***
John: "Henry, how are you?" He laughed with a devilish grin.
John: "What do I want?" I couldn't hear if he was talking to Henry. "I didn't expect that to be your first question." And once again, he laughed. I couldn't deny that I was starting to get scared. "Look, Liz, that's why he doesn't deserve you." He kn
