James 2 A
"It's a half past seven! Where have you been?" Mrs. Melby scowled at James from under her glasses. She expected an answer and James should not have felt obliged to give one, except for the truth of what he had been doing, which he was afraid she might see. "Meow..." Even Shelby cried a scorn and they both waited on James for a reply. "I worked late at the office." James still had his briefcase. "There's soup in the kitchen, I don't suppose you're wanting something more? I made a roasted chicken..." Mrs. Melby had made a roasted chicken three nights ago. James had smelled it then. She had been trying to serve it as a fresh roasted chicken ever since and James certainly wasn't going to pay the price for fresh chicken for a third day roast. "I think not. Mrs. Melby. Thank you." She took his disinterest as a scorn and handed him a paper from her tablet of expenses. "Anyway here's your bill for the month...
