“J—Jenna?” She stammered. “Hey. What’s going on, Maddi?”“Jenna and I became friends a few months ago.” Maddi said. “After I told her...she might be pregnant.”“I was.” Jenna snapped, sharp hazel eyes burning a hole in Diana. “Not anymore.”“You ungrateful murderer…” Diana cursed. “You were a lesser with no importance before we met. You killed the only thing special about you.”“Special?” Jenna scoffed. “You're a psychopath!”Diana’s mouth hung open for a moment. “And how d come to that conclusion?”. Rumpled clothing, the kind that one bought in the attempt to feign wealth, in cut that nearly draped beautifully, save for the cheap cloth and subtle imperfection, clung in silent witness to the sleepless night. The nearly exquisite exterior that covered up the slowly decaying innards, cloyingly sweet perfume that nearly covered the reek of moldering life and hope, she was rotting from the inside out.She might have been different, perhaps the softly rounded mother with a slightly frazzled air. " His voice trailed off as he stood there, shifting from one foot to the other like a naughty schoolboy."So Byron, I had no idea I was that intriguing or you were so interested in me. Would you care for a drink?" I think I would, yes," he replied, sinking gratefully into the chair opposite her.Cynthia pressed a button at the base of the candle and a waiter appeared, seemingly from nowhere."Your order, madam?" My friend wishes a drink..." Scotch on the rocks," he finished for her. "Dewar's. " Did either of you try to shot the other?" Yes sir." Ok," I thought, "I've got to get them talking, these two word answers suck!" I changed my style of questioning, "Is there anything you'd like to tell me about your argument?" No sir." Grrrr" I thought, "These people are going to be tough." What do you two think of Mrs. Edwards?" I said hoping to get a longer that two word response."She's a busy body, always noising into other people's business, "was the answer I received."Ten whole words!" I.