Viola.

And out of nowhere, the door flew open, and Mathew barged into the room like a storm, hollering angrily at us both, his face red and eyes flashing. "What the hell is going on here?! Who is this guy, and why are you two all cozy like that?!"

I squealed cheerfully at first, thrilled to see him back early. "Mathew! You're back-hey, perfect timing! Come watch; I'm getting better!"

But he gritted his teeth hard, his jaw clenching, and yelled at me, stomping towards us like a bull. He ...