Ada sighed, "Why is she so childish?"
Does Jean think I'll mind her little tricks?
"If you're busy, Ms. White, I'll ask my husband..."
"Quit!" Jean barely controlled her emotions when she heard "hubby" again.
Why wasn't she in hell?
Ada grinned, "What happens at night comes to day." You upset me first, Ms. White!" She…
She knew how much? No… Yes... She wouldn't know.
The only person who knew the truth was dead.
Who told her? Jean restrained her anxiousness and responded gently, "I'm sorry, Ms. Wood.""Hadn't you gone to MY apartment complex, Ms. White?" Why was Ada staring at Jean's face? Jean froze. She was discussing this.
She hadn't anticipated Ada knowing so quickly. If she hadn't found out, it was OK.
She wouldn't confess it if true.
Jean asked, "MY Apartment Complex?"
"Ms.
