“You did what?!!” her best friend exploded right in Sam’s face early next morning, with a flushed face hovering over her in life-threatening wrath. Krystal’s overreactions to problems was legendary, her volatile temper usually messed with her ability to deal heads on with an issue.
“Okay, Krys, relax!”
“Relax?” her friend spat out with venom, and Sam for the first time felt what it was like to be on the receiving end of the animosity of Krystal Bennett. It was certainly not pleasant, to say the least. “You want me to relax!”
This time, Sam resorted to silence instead of trying to calm the woman opposite her, who looked like a burning furnace with her green eyes flashing daggers right at her.
“Of all the stupid things you’ve done Samantha Elizabeth Foster, this one’s
