The following morning, the deafening ring of the phone disturbed the newly acquired tranquility in the flat. Emily responded, listening with a growing grin.
"Carl," she began in a tense voice, "it's Alex."
Carl's stomach knotted. He was still aware of the cunning lady who had stoked his and Damon's disagreements. What mischief was she cooking now?
His voice cut as he accepted the phone. "Alex."
Her voice was dripping with honeyed sweetness as she said, "Carl, darling, such a surprise to hear from you. I just wanted to know whether you had heard from your wonderful wife recently”.
Carl knitted his brow. Angela? Why was Alex talking about her now?
With a tremble of uneasiness in his voice, he questioned, "What are you talking about?"
"Oh, haven't you heard?" Alex's voice became sarc
