The tears that had fallen from Margo’s face hours earlier had long since dried, but anger had replaced them. She pulled the belt from around her trench coat and, after slipping out of it, threw it on the nearest chair. “You’re a cheater and a liar!” she said, throwing her pointed finger in Jefferson’s face. He held out his hand. “Hold it, Margo. What are you talking about?” “I saw you, Jefferson. I saw you with that slut, Angelica. Yes, I followed you to the cozy hotel. I guess you figured if you were out in the open, you would blend in.” “Margo, it wasn’t what you think.” “Don’t interrupt me!” Margo screamed. “You told me you didn’t love her…that you didn’t want anything to do with her. Made me believe that I was all you wanted. The moment that wench moved onto your radar, you went sniffing and running like a basset hound; you couldn’t resist. You make me sick!” “So why didn’t you come in and find out what was going on?” Margo raised her hand and swung it at Jefferson.
