Her boyfriend didn’t show,” Sharon said. “She isn’t handling it well.”
“Oooh, that’s bad,” I said, not knowing or caring.
“I think he’s cheating on her. I think the thought just crossed her mind. He sent her a message, like he was going to be late or couldn’t come or who knows what. Something he said in his text made her suspicious and she blew up. It wasn’t what he said, I think, it was implied or not said or a bad tone. She sat there a moment, staring at it and turned red. Then she lost it.
Lord Malinov, Song of Songs