She narrowed her eyes at me, crossing her eyes. Looking alarmingly close to Isabelle. "Well, let's just see if you can keep them loving you. Seeing that there's a girl back home who doesn't love you. Not anymore anyway."
Phoebe Marks shrugged hershoulders, foldedherwork, shutherworkbox, and crossingher hands in her lap, satwithhergreyeyes fixed uponher husband's bull-likeface.