Leah grimaced and I worked to keep the emotion off my face. Way to rub salt in the wound, I thought.
Thankfully, Jeannie was amused, chuckling in a way that bordered on the obnoxious side, though considering she was still waving that knife, she had long crossed that boundary into maniacal.
“Oh yes, dear, sweet Alison.” She stopped mid-cackle to level a stare at Martin that would have melted a two-ton ice sculpture. “No, Marty. I don’t think so.”
“What?” Martin managed to eke out.
“We are talking about Alison, are we not?” Jeannie’s tone had turned snotty. “She doesn’t really fall into that green-eyed monster category.”
“You weren’t jealous of her?”
Jeannie snickered. “Jealous? Of her? Hardly…”
I was with Martin on this one. Jeannie was saying one thing but her tone and her body lang
