I laughed in her face. For quite a while, pretty sure the longer I went at it the more likely it was her head would explode. Which kept me laughing long past the time it was actually funny. If her statement/threat/accusation was ever funny. When I finally sobered, I leaned in too, grinning in her red cheeked face.

"Now that we have that out of the way," I said, "what do you want, Vivian?"

"I saw you." She jabbed her index finger with the sharpened point of her manicure ...