“Cassanadra!” Frankie shouted, pounding on her bedroom door. “Open up!”
She slowly opened the door. “Finally, somebody paying attention to me,” she said, triumphantly. Now she could get some answers.
“What the hell is wrong with you today?” he said, his real arm pushing the door open and stepping inside. “You’re moping around, you don’t help in the kitchen, you’re not there to watch the kids and…did you really slap Tony in the face?”
“Is that what he told everyone? Actually, I kneed him in the balls,” she said. “A slap across the face wasn’t going to stop him.”
“What! Why did you do that?” he said.