Wonka did have a temper, but he seldom showed it to the rest of the world. However, when he did show it, it was quite bad. He was angry at Mike for what seemed to be no reason at all. I told him numerous times that there was never anything between us, but I don't think he believed a word I said.

"Come on, we're goin' outside."

"Please honey, calm down! It's nothing! Let's just go home."

"No, we are not going home! I need to talk to Mr. Mike here. I need to find some things out."

So, we went outside where Wonka could raise his voice a little bit more.

"So, you were going to take my wife back to your hotel? I heard the poor thing! She was trying to tell you that she was there with her husband but you just wouldn't let her speak! Now you listen to me! I want you to slither back to your hotel you big piece of…"

"Stop it! Stop it right now! You two can stay here and work things out, I'm going home!"

Such childish acts deserved to be punished, and I planned on doing that as soon as he got home.

I walked in the door, still very agitated. Poor Chocol had no idea what mood I was in, so he approached me as he normally would.

"Mrs. Wonka, I would like you to come and look at something if you would because I'm not sure if the presentation is quite right."

"Oh, really? Well that's just wonderful! What if it's all wrong? Then what will you do? If you are having doubts about it then it's probably wrong! Now get back in there and fix it!"

"Yes, ma'am."

How was I supposed to react? He was acting like a little child! Getting all mad at nothing like that was uncalled for.

I went to the kitchen and made a fresh bottle of formula for Starr, and I then went to feed her. As I was laying her back down to sleep, Wonka walked into the room.

"Hi."

His right eye was black and blue, and was just about swollen shut.

"Oh, so I see you resorted to fighting huh? That's real nice. Did you hurt him very badly?"

"No. I didn't even hit him."

"Really? Well, your eye…"

"He did it. I knew you wouldn't want me to fight back, so I let him hit me. Look, I'm sorry for getting so upset, but I just was uncomfortable with the situation."

"You didn't fight back? Not even pushed him?"

"No. my eye isn't the only thing that got hit, either."

"Oh, you poor thing! Why don't you go lie down and relax. I'll go get some ice to put on your eye. Don't worry, I understand you being upset. No need to worry."