"No feigning exacerbation." She said. A scowl overwhelmed her face. I hated what I was doing and turned with the goal that I was confronting her. Yet again then I feigned exacerbation and kept going through some food.

I heard her puff as her weighty strides advanced toward the table halting directly before me. I hated what I was doing and gazed at her face. She didn't appear to be exceptionally engaged in my activities, however, I could give a rodent's ass about what she thought I was all the while raging from her past assertions in the room.

I quietly raised a temple at her, my demeanor still solid...