To say that my blood was boiling, would have been an understatement. I was on the verge of pulling my hair out of my head, on the verge of stomping my feet on this porch like the child that I was. The only thing actually keeping me from doing it, was the fact that I wasn’t in the best states of health myself and I didn’t really have the energy to be doing that, despite all of these emotions that I were forcing into a jar in order to maintain my composure. I could only begin to imagine what was going to happen in there now that we had gone, and it was going to make me sick if I continued to think about it.
I didn’t care for the fact that Marcel wasn’t that far away from us, and that if he wanted to, he would be able to hear what I was going to say about him. But my common decency was the
