Cynthia Dion: 

He shot me an infuriated glare as if my very thoughts had offended him. He kept on scowling, and I could see his jaw clenching.

"You're being disrespectful," I retorted through the gritted teeth and locked eyes with him squarely.

"What about the humiliation you've put me through?" He retorted with a thunderous roar that made me flinch and even instinctively shut my eyes.

"Eh? What about the embarrassment I endured when the doctor congratulated me on ...