"You're so busy. How could I bother you?"
I casually replied. Then I bent down to open the shoe cabinet, looking for my slippers, but my slippers were no longer there.
I glanced at George and asked, "Where are my slippers?"
George hesitated slightly and turned to look at Hollie.
"I threw them away!"
Hollie said indifferently, "Your slippers are dirty and smelly. They take up space here."
I looked at the shoe cabinet. There were more than a dozen pairs of various shoes inside, all of which belonged to Hollie. I looked up at her and asked, "Does a pair of slippers of mine bother you?"
Facing my questioning, Hollie asked me back without caring, "The house is so small, and there are so many people. Do you think there is room for your worn-out slippers?"
Of course, I got her point.
By saying that a pair of slippers of mine took up space, she was implying that I should not have come back.
"My house no longer has a place for a pair of slippers of mine. How can it possibly accommodate a person like me!"
In the past, Hollie was not so sarcastic. She was decent to me.
"It is because she knows I will hand over all my salary to Daisy for safekeeping."