She rushed downstairs to consult Shirley, who at that moment was holding a tete-a-tete with Dick on the sunny front porch.
The front porch was sunny, where Shirley and Dick held their tete-a-tete, which is precisely where she found them upon rushing downstairs for a consultation.
How she found them--well, we can call it a tete-a-tete--but the porch was sunny and she didn’t expect this when she rushed downstairs to consult with Shirley.
Downstairs, Shirley and Dick lounged on the sunny porch. This was not the consultation she hoped for.
Shirley’s tete-a-tete (or shall we say bouche-a-bouche?) with Dick was not the consultation she expected as she rushed down the stair of Shirley’s home to consult her about her ex-husband, now smooching on the sunny porch in front of her.
“Tete-a-tete? Is that what we’re calling it now?” she screamed at Dick and Shirley. “Well, I guess my ‘consultation’ here is over then.” The tabby stretched out across a sunny patch on the porch.
The sunny porch was hardly the ideal setting for this confrontation, pitting her against both Dick and Shirley. She rushed back upstairs in tears, hoping the tabby would join her.
Shirley and Dick stared blankly at each other on the sunny front porch, blindsided by her “consultation” after that sidelong rush down the stairs.
She thought that this might be a more fitting “consultation,” as she removed the pistol from her handbag.
Shirley and Dick suddenly had to consult on new ways to deal with her, and so their fleeting tryst on the sunny front porch became an honest tete-a-tete on how to proceed.
She checked the gun. It was loaded. She took a deep breath. She stepped out into the hallway.
The tabby rested quietly on the sunny front porch.
She rushed downstairs to consult Shirley, who at that moment was holding a tete-a-tete with Dick on the sunny front porch.
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