Summer had no words for Daisy's comments, which sounded as if she was looking for a son-in-law.
She liked Dean, but that kind of like was a feeling that stemmed from pride, honor, and appreciation of a friend, not love.
Like does not equate love.
Sherman was completely hammered, lying on the bar, unable to balance herself. She was three-months pregnant but her belly had yet to show.
"You're obviously not thinking about yourself and your child by drinking so much." Summer went over and smacked her on the shoulder.
"I don’t want the baby..." She suddenly looked up, her expression terrifyingly calm.
Summer was taken aback and sensed something amiss. It unnerved her to see Sherman behaving this way. "What happened?"
Sherman refused to tell her, but just laughed and poured her a glass of wine. "I will tell you when you have had enough."
"Please tell me first.”
Sherman shook her head and chuckled. "You drink
first, and I will tell you once you have had enough. Otherwise, I won’t tell you. I mean it."
Summer wished that she could strangle her on the spot. She glared at Sherman, picked up a glass of wine, and knocked it back.
Summer had known Sherman for so long and knew that Sherman meant what she said.
"When I finish drinking, I will kill you if you still refuse to tell me." Summer snapped as she gulped down the wine.
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