Presley Towers, Wesbury
Trinaâs words keep replaying in my head, and Iâm reeling. âLeonard?â I canât help but ask her again on the phone, my reaction a mix of disbelief and rising anger.
âYou heard me,â Trina shoots back.
I press the phone closer to my ear, pacing between the bedroom and balcony, needing answers. âWhy is Leonard with her in Knoxville?â It doesnât make sense.
âAsk again,â Trina says, her tone dripping with sarcasm.
I canât hide my frustration. âI canât stand Leonard. I wasnât expecting Duke to go, but sending Leonard? Thatâs just wrong,â I let out, feeling the irritation bubble up.
âMariah said he was rude to her, too. She couldnât stand him. He wouldnât even let Simone talk to Duke,â Trina adds, and my anger flares.
âHow do we get rid of him?â I wonder out loud, desperate for a solution.
âTalk to Duke, or let Simone speak up. Leonardâs been rude to her since day one. Itâs not right,â Trinaâs frustration is clear.
âI donât understand it either,â I agree, feeling lost in the maze of Leonardâs behavior.
âHeâs always making things so legal, like weâre after something,â Trina says, her voice filled with disdain.
âItâs so frustrating,â I say, sharing her annoyance.
Trinaâs voice takes on a note of worry. âWhat if Leonardâs in the delivery room?â
I canât even process that thought. âNo way,â I reply firmly.
âI wouldnât put it past him, Anne. We need to do something, and fast,â Trina presses, urgency clear in her voice.
As we talk, my frustration mounts. Leonardâs meddling is a dark cloud over us. We have to do something to protect Simone, to shield ourselves from his unwelcome interference.