“You’re a what?!” Malia was standing up now from her chair.
If he was going to play with her head and tell her wild tales when things were seriously going out of control right now she was about to slap him. How could he play with her right now? Malia stopped to look at him, her eyes were furious but she felt the anger in her go from a raging boil down to a low simmer as she took him in. He was standing with his hands twisting in front of him. His shoulders were slumped and he wouldn’t look at her. He acted as if she had already slapped him, which she had wanted to, but she hadn’t.
She stopped her pacing and calmed herself. Taking a couple deep breaths to ensure that she was calm and not about to shout again she leveled her eyes at Ma
