“Wrong! I called you, needed you, and you weren’t there. I had to bury her alone, and you showed up late to her funeral,” her voice cracked. “Matter fact, go on and kill me already so I don’t have to have this conversation.” Her legs started to shake as Jeffie rubbed her shoulders. “No, please don’t kill me… I was bluffing, I don’t want to die, Mr. Sir.”
