I walked over with a faint frown as well. Who could it be?

I took the phone from him. “Hello?” I asked cautiously.

“Oh, hello there, Josephine!” said an unmistakably sweet voice, coated in poison and honey.

“It’s Monica! I’m just calling to say hello! You left so early from the party. What happened? You fell in the pool?”

I had opened my mouth to speak, but she kept plowing on.

“Yes, well that was stupid of you! What were you thinking you silly goose!”

She laughed. It was as high pitched, sweet, and annoying as she was.

I wanted to make a protest, hang up on her, anything, but she was going on again.

“I just called to say hello,” she repeated, but there was something more behind it.

“Oh, and I almost forgot! Silly me!”

She did that high pitch girlish giggle again, but now there was ice behind her voice, the sugar frozen off.

“I know what you’re trying to do. Steal Max from me. Well it won’t work you, you, you banshee! He’s in love with me!”

And then she hung up.