“No!” Sally said. “I didn’t want you here in the first place. Why are you here? What do you want from me? Do you want to take my stuff?” She snatched the tiara from her head and cradled it against her chest. “Is that it? You think you can come here and help yourself to my pre- cious jewels? Get out of here! I can’t stand you, Grace. 1 never could. Always whining, whining, whining. Why are you here? What do you want from me? You always.”
