"Sherry." Angela Banks cupped her face in her hands, gazing at her intently, "You're already twenty-nine years old, and a woman's best years are only so many. How much more time do you plan to waste on him? If Norris Moore really were dead, it would be one thing; you could wait in hopes that he might have a change of heart. But now she's back. He didn't care about you when he thought she was dead; what chance do you think you stand now that she's alive?"
"Angela." Sherry White bit her lip, "Stop talking..."
