"Didn't you say we are late for wherever we are going? Let's go now." I drag Frank away from Victoria. "Which car?" I ask him.
He points to a black Mercedes Benz and I rush over to it, open the door and get in. Victoria also rushes to it.
"I think I am going to ride with you guys," she taps Frank on the shoulder, making him turn to her.
"I am sure Mrs Whitaker won't mind, right Mrs Whitaker?" She fake smiles at me.
"No. I think you should go in one of the other cars. My wife gets a little uncomfortable around you." Frank opens the drivers seat and gets in, while Victoria stands making a hurt expression.
"But why would she be uncomfortable? I always try to be friends with her, I don't know why she would feel uncomfortable around me."
Frank starts the car.
"Hey, Frank! Are you going
