“I expected him to look sad or angry but not dazed and confused.
He looked over at me from the armchair near my desk while I sat with my arms folded, trying to look stern and official.
“Thank you for seeing me, Asha,” he said in a very tired voice.
“What happened to Saundra last night?” I demanded.
“I didn’t see Saundra last night. We had a little spat earlier in the evening and I went home. She called this morning to say she had moved out of Phil’s house and the wedding was off.”
“It must have been more than a little spat for her to kick you to the curb.”
His eyes filled with pain. “Then she really means it? We’re through?”
I shrugged. “Looks that way.”
“But why?”
I couldn’t understand why he looked so bewildered. “Evidently, it felt like more than a spat to my sister.”
“No way,” he shouted.
“Lower your voice,” I whispered. “Are you trying to get me fired?”
“There is no way that Saundra would call off our wedding because of that petty mess.”
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