Norman is preparing to go out and Stella watches him keenly as he dresses; sprawled out on the bed, she tries to catch his gaze, but he is lost in thought. A fire starts to smolder in her guts, a growing rage she is all too familiar with lately.
You're going to see her, aren't you? Silence. Norman pulls on his coat and takes his top hat off the peg, moving towards the door in one motion. Stella's anger, fueled by his indifference to her, causes her to jump from the bed and stand between him and the door. You're going to see that bitch again...you're precious whore...well...answer me!! Narrowing his steely eyes, advancing without any fear, he looks her straight in the face. You bore me sometimes, especially when you're like this...besides, I like my little diversions and you can always find a playmate. Pushing her aside, he opens the door and leaves. Stella steps into the doorway and calls after him. You may regret it! Norman disappears, down the dark alley. Very soon, you will regret it...says Stella, softly to the night air.
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