“Stop yelling” Irene whispered, as she took another puff of the cigarette she found in her coat pocket.
“Do you realize the severity of this situation?” Tammy screamed, not waiting for a response, as the tears began. “If you did, you wouldn’t be sitting there smoking that damn thing as if it were just another day.”
Irene suddenly jumped up, knocking over the table she had propped her feet up on. Systematically the half-dozen empty wine glasses that littered the table crashed to the ground, as she crossed the room.
“Tammy, it is just another day. THIS is our life now. You knew what you were getting us into, when you promised your mother you would keep Dane out of trouble.”
“You better watch what you’re doing.” Tammy said, as she shifted her weight, feeling for the slight stiffness of her gun against the small of her back.
Irene was still coming towards her.
“We are going to have this out like real women, pull out your gun and unload the clip.” Irene was already sticking her hand in her boot as she stopped in front of Tammy.
“You are an idiot…” Tammy laughed thru the tears.
“Pull out your damn gun!” Irene yelled as she emptied her clip and slammed her gun on the counter that separated them.