She finally decided to answer so she could hear what she had to say to her. "Hello, Mrs. Oliver, good day,” the caller spoke, her voice confident.
"Hello, Miss Sheila, what do I owe your impromptu call this morning?” Alice replied, while gulping her hot tea.
“Let's schedule a day and meet since we have a common goal and agenda. What do you think?” Sheila questioned.
“How did you know I'm Oliver's wife? I thought you warned me not to contact you anymore.” Alice questioned too, her mind racing with thoughts like a broken river bank.
“You're correct; that was because I knew nothing about you, but I'm ready for us to put our heads together in order to achieve a common goal like you suggested the last time,” Sheila explained to herself.
“What if I'm no longer interested in joining hands wi
