"How could you do that?" cried Margaret as she brushed out her hair.
Michelle and Margaret Austen arrived at the inn owned by their parents, Bernard and Anne, late that evening. In the room they shared, Margaret was just settling down and Michelle was beginning to doze off in her four poster bed.
"Do what?" Michelle asked sleepily.
"How could you hurt him?"
"Hurt who...Oh! You mean Mullroy?"
"Yes, I mean Mullroy!"
"Don't hate me because I'm beautiful!" cried Michelle indigently.
"You just can't play with emotions like that." Said Margaret, tight lipped.
"Well if you're so concerned, why don't you court him?"
Margaret flushed a bright scarlet, and scowled at Michelle, who stared pointedly back, smirking at her sisters embarrassment.
"Oh, come now!" she sneered. "You can't tell me you haven't been pining for him!"
"Why do you always think you're better than everyone else?"
"Because I am!"
Angrily, Margaret blew out a candle, leaving the room in darkness.