CHANTELLE’S HOUSE
Janice stared at Chantelle with her mouth agape, unable to comprehend her explanation. Shock and amusement danced in her eyes. “Are you saying that you just blurted it out to him and he shunned you?”
Chantelle shrugged nonchalantly as she chewed on a watermelon. “I wouldn’t say shun exactly. At least he called home a masseuse. I guess the other one I mentioned didn’t concern him enough to want to address it.”
“That is insane. How is he so cold and unresponsive?”
“One thing I am sure of is that I am not the problem. His behavior has nothing to do with me.”
“How are you certain?”
Chantelle glanced at the lady working on Janice's feet and gestured to Janice that they would talk further after the guest was gone. Returning from the appointment, she was furious about her
