Sally scowled. "They should just accept it. If they're your best friends, they should just be happy that you found something that made you happy." Sally bit her lip. Sally being locked in a room for hours had led to her thinking about everything. As a result, she was upset about everything. About the fight, the love potion, how Wayne automatically hated Harold. Sally shook her head. She knew she would forget about all of that when she finally saw Wayne, but for now, it felt good to be a little angry at him.
Sally shrugged again. "Yelling is good for you sometimes. It gets stuff out. Stuff you've probably been keeping to yourself." Sally looked at Fred's grave again. She didn't have a reason to be here. She hadn't known anyone who had died all that well. She could sympathize with Angelnia though.