An argument gets heated.
“I can’t believe you said that.” She said it quietly, but there was a menace in her voice.
He knew from previous experience, when Donna became quiet it was time to beat a retreat.
This time though, he felt that his remark had been justified, and was unwilling to back down.
“Oh, yes, that’s right, turn it around as you usually do, try to make me out to be the bad guy, well you know what, not this time. I’m not sure I can forgive you.” Tom’s voice shook with emotion.
Donna stared at her husband, he usually hated to fight. ” Are you threatening me?” She was in the mood for an argument.
The cat watched this exchange. The air was charged with something he didn’t like and hid under the table, ready to make a hasty exit in case someone decided they needed a victim to kick.
A cup, half filled with cold tea, hit the wall behind the table. The cat’s green eyes widened as the brown liquid dripped slowly down the wall onto the floor, puddling next to him.
“Oh throwing things now are we? Really, Donna, how childish.”
“You’re an ass do you know that? I ought never to have married you, I should have listened to my mother!”
“Don’t start me on your mother, the interfering bitch.”
The cat decided now was a good time to leave.