Alexander Summers sat up, his long eyebrows raised in a defiant and uninhibited manner, "Daring to answer another man's call on my bed, Purple, you're quite bold."
"Stop it," Purple Summers explained, "Young Master Graves had news of my mother and specially called to inform me!"
Alexander retorted, "I think he just wants to pick you up."
Purple couldn't help but laugh and cry at the same time. She found it unlikely, as Gavin Graves was known for having high standards; all his ex-girlfriends were famously talented. As for Purple, she had no artistic talents and lacked a literary cell—she was not connected to art in any way.
"He's being kind. He's your friend, and I guess he wants to help me out for your sake."
"Friends should not covet each other's wives, I would never befriend someone who takes advantage in such situations," Alexander said sardonically.
Purple couldn't help but laugh, "You're really terrible when you talk."