"What dreams? Are you having another one of your episodes? What kind of delusional nonsense is this?"
I smiled, rolling my wrist. Collecting a little interest on what I was owed felt surprisingly good.
"Hit her? She's openly seducing my husband and plotting to kill me and my child. You're telling me she doesn't deserve it?"
Oliver's expression darkened, as though he'd just heard the most absurd joke of his life.
"Are you throwing another jealous tantrum? I'm just helping Mamie with a medical procedure. 'Seducing'? Do you hear how ugly that sounds?"
Mamie chimed in with a pitiful, tear-choked whimper.
"Bernice, I know you've never liked me, but you can't just make up horrible accusations. Is Oliver wrong for being kind enough to treat my condition?"
I turned my cold smile on Mamie and seized her arm.
"Mamie Winfield, aren't you supposed to be allergic to men? One touch from a man and you break out in hives, can't breathe, go into anaphylactic shock?"
"Funny how you were moaning and laughing like that just now. Sounded pretty thrilling for someone with an allergy. Or was the whole thing fake?"