"She's been alone since she was a child, with no one to depend on. She's so pitiful! All she has is me!"
"Why do you have to be so nitpicky? Is that funny?"
I couldn't help but laugh. "Yes, that's funny. I was alone when I went to the hospital, too and you didn't seem to feel sorry for me."
Willard's face flushed red as he tried to justify himself. "How can you compare yourself to her? Besides, when have I ever not cared about you? Do you really need me to tag along every time?"
Before he could finish, his phone rang again. It was Jolene.
Willard hurriedly answered and then Jolene's tearful voice came through the phone. "Willard, I think I caught a fever from the rain. I feel so dizzy."
"Wait for me at home, I'll be there right away!"
He hung up, not even bothering to look at me before heading for the door. When he reached the doorway, he turned back and threw out a final line. "You stay at home and think about what you did. Tomorrow, you'll come with me to order the flowers for the wedding banquet."
"And stop doing cheap things like spying on me. It really makes you look bad."
Willard had left, but his words kept buzzing in my ears. Look bad?