Her heart burned like a cattle brand. “I love you,” she cried.
“You’re nuts.” He grabbed his briefcase, headed for the door.
She grabbed his arm. “Don’t leave.”
He swung his case, nailing her nose. She slammed against the hutch, china shattering around her.
“Holy shit!” He bent over her. “You okay?”
She grabbed a china shard, swung, piercing his eye with a bloody pop.
He screeched, clawing his face. She snatched the lamp, swung, burying the shard deeper.
“Fourth salesman this week,” she sighed, dragging his limp body to the basement with the others. “I’ll never get a boyfriend.”