Gayle yelled at me after I had borrowed a pair of her earrings to match the blouse I was wearing. I just forgot to put them back. Gayle was funny about things like that, and made it clear that she never liked anyone, not even Mark, messing with her things.Usually she and I got along real well, but lately, we had been frequently fighting and, admittedly, it was my fault for instigating. Mark had a strict no-snitch policy, so Gayle couldn’t even go and tell either him or Jace what I’d been up to.This time, however, I made a big mistake and got into the shouting match with her when Jace and Mark were home to hear it. We were hollering back and forth when the two of them came in from different rooms.“WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON HERE!” both demanded at once.Gayle and I froze as Mark pointed to the Royal Lounge and Jace just stood there, his eyes boring into me. He heard some of the colorful phrases I had used regarding my opinion of Gayle’s attitude.“I am waiting for an explanation,”
