James circles like a caged tiger, bristling threat. “Are you out of your f*****g mind?”
mind?Klempner oozes nonchalance. “I’m not suggesting sending her out by herself. I’d be close. So could you and Michael, if you wanted.” James’ fists ball, but Klempner’s still speaking. “… It’s an obvious thing to do. After the miscarriage, Jenny’s depressed. If you want to knock her out of her depression, give her something to feel responsible for, other than being just a failed mother.”
notout I surge forward, but James beats me to it. “She is not a failed mother,” he hisses.
notKlempner lounges back against the door, arms folded. “Of course she isn’t. But it’s how she feels right now. We can all see it.” James pauses, some of the tension easing from his shoulders.
course Klempner straightens up,
