He left and I assumed he was going to the kitchen. Diana went to sit on the armrest of the couch opposite the one I sat on.
A moment later he returned with a bottle of red wine and a wine glass. He opened it and poured some for her. She took a sip of the wine as she made herself comfortable in my home. Her attention then turned to me after a moment.
"Are you done pretending you don't know what you've done?" She asked me.
"Diana I don't know what you're talking about," I told her truthfully.
"Don't play pretend!" She yelled at me. She got from the closer to me and pulled my hair. I winced in pain.
" Diana what is your problem?" I asked her. What could have have I possibly done for her to respond in such an extreme way like this?
"So you have no knowledge of why Keith keeps coming to see you and overall has an interest in you lately?" she asked me.
My eyebrows raised in shock. Wait, she thought I was intentionally making Keith come to see me? I thought to myself in disbelief.
