“Says who?”
I whipped round to see Stacy standing in the doorway of the kitchen, looking positively livid. She waddled in, her protruding stomach making her look funny.
“Who are you to stop Joseph from getting married to me?” Her eyes were fixed on me. I could practically see the invisible darts of hatred being thrown.
“Look Stacy, you need to-“
“Don’t f*****g patronize me, John, I came to you with a proposition but you turned me down and embarrassed me in front of everyone. Now you want to do same with Joseph as well. Never! Not if I can help it.”
Joseph who had been quiet and looking at the floor, now looked up. “Says who? Why do you think it’s right to go around eavesdropping on people? What kind of home training do. . .” He sniggered as he lifted his hands in the air. “I forgot,
