"Why, though! Why do they think so poorly of you and I? I don't know why I'm so awful to them! I don't!" Lola waved her hands a bit, "The worst thing I've ever done is call Stella a nosy twit for saying she was watching me and you at the Damn Yankees rehearsals! That's it!" She flailed, "Well, that and called her a bitch, but really, with all I've put up with for him from his family, I think the least he could do is take his sister whining about my calling her a bitch!" She huffed.
Her fingers went back through her hair and she sighed heavily, slumped a bit in her chair, feeling like crud. And not new crud, but old, crusty crud. So bad. "Sorry you were brought into all this, darling."
She rubbed her heel of her hand at her cheek, shaking her head, "I suppose. Could have been worse. I could have made the iced hot chocolates, sat down, asked about moving in, and then have him basically call me a whore. That would feel awful. Not that this doesn't, of course."