SIXTY-TWO

"What are you trying to say? Long have you been texting him?" Marbella intoned, she dropped a salad at her front and continued with the dishes.

Gemma stared at her and down at the salad, she must be pissed and couldn't tell why she had just arrived at Abram's place and Marbella already looked angry. Richard had been stuck in his room playing a game. He didn't seem excited to see her today.

"It hasn't been long," Gemma replied, sitting on a stool with Marcella in the kitchen.

"No, you need to block him, we are happy now… and we don't need him!" She explained inhaling deeply. "You never needed him, Gemma," she said with a sign.

"I know that, I just wanted to hear his side of the story" Gemma played with her fork, staring at the food. Marbella wasn't that much of a great cook.

"And does that change anything?" Marbella tackled. Gemma looked at her, she licked her lips speechless and then continued staring at the salad.

"No, it doesn't… but still" she raised her gaze to reply but