two hundred ninety-seven. [The thing about jealousy is that it's often irrational.]
Dio glares daggers down at her brother. “Is there any reason why I’ve just come home to find you cuddling with my husband?” she asks, in a vicious whisper.
Saffi rolls his eyes. “Oh, Di, hmm. Maybe because you’re at work fifteen hours a day…or maybe because you shriek and jump six feet in the air every time someone tries to touch you?”
“Let’s not make this something out of a melodrama, Saffi.”
“We were watching a movie. He fell asleep. No passionate sex, promise. Everyone needs basic human contact. Everyone but you, obviously. You can’t possibly be jealous, can you?”
Saffi rolls his eyes. “Oh, Di, hmm. Maybe because you’re at work fifteen hours a day…or maybe because you shriek and jump six feet in the air every time someone tries to touch you?”
“Let’s not make this something out of a melodrama, Saffi.”
“We were watching a movie. He fell asleep. No passionate sex, promise. Everyone needs basic human contact. Everyone but you, obviously. You can’t possibly be jealous, can you?”