Norman:
"Emmet, calm down. I took care of everything," I told my brother, watching him anxiously pace around. It wasn't like Emmet to behave so nervously. He would usually take a sip of his wine and relax whenever he was stressed out. But this time, he refused to calm down.
"Maximus filled me in on what happened in class today. Why the heck did Kaye make that comment?" Emmet faced me again, asking me the same question.
I knew—I was disgusted too. My brother shouldn't have gone that far.
"I'm sure he didn't mean it. He was just so angry that—"
"Norman, it must have hurt her so much. You don't know her—the trauma—Goddess!" Emmet cut me off.
"I know the words were harsh, but no real harm was done," I tried to reason.
"How do you know? Those words weren't just nothing to her. They must have struck her hard." I didn't get what Emmet was implying.
"Brother, is there anything I need to know?" I asked.
