Along with the itchy feet came a familiar surge of adrenaline. The itchy feet were not caused by a fungal infection. She was just eager to kick someone in the teeth – the estate agent. Her voice, when it finally exited her throat, was shaky, evidence of the remnants of self-control that she was trying to hang on to.
“I WILL not pay for any damages. The choice not to fix the leaking taps was all you.” That tremulous voice was a warning sign. But no, the indignity of a meltdown was simply out of the question today.
Then out of nowhere, a hand whizzed through the air and slapped the agent. He grabbed his cheek. She turned her incredulous look on her roommate.