"And that's how he's going to make it up to us, Abigail?" Edith asked, deciding suddenly that throwing things might actually be a good idea. She casually picked up a book from the table just to her right. "Yes, brilliant Abigail! Let Eward do something he enjoys to show how much he regrets what he has done!" She was screaming now, not caring if she hurt Abigail's feelings.
She glared at Eward when he came close. She didn't want him that close, or rather she did but she didn't because of the way he made her feel. His scent was overwhelming and she placed her hands against his chest. "Eward -I-" she seemed for a moment like she had forgiven him, but of course she was Edith and had to be more difficult than anyone could imagine. She pushed him away roughly, the book still in her hand. "You're a liar, Eward!" she admitted, once again screaming.