Chapter 3

Amy walked straight to the hospital bed, pulled up a chair, and sat down.

"Is your stomach still hurting? Did that bastard upset you again?" she asked.

I shook my head. "No, it doesn't hurt anymore, Amy."

Vivian, who had been completely ignored, finally snapped out of it.

She jabbed a finger at Amy. "You old hag, who do you think you're fooling?"

"Because you're wearing anevening gown, you think you're some high-class lady? Have you even looked in the mirror lately with all those wrinkles on your face?"

Amy didn't even bat an eye. She calmly reached over and…