Mitch, the wimp, acted as if he'd seen the cavalry arriving at the sight of Damon. He took refuge behind Damon, his voice a notch louder, "Let's talk this out! There is no need for violence. Aren't you just taking
advantage of the fact that I never bully women?!"
"What's going on? The front door wasn't even closed." Damon asked.
Luna rolled her eyes dismissively, not in the mood to talk. I, on the other hand, stared coldly at Mitch,
"Ask your buddy here. What drove him all the way back from abroad?"
"What did you do, Mitch?" Damon turned to Mitch, demanding an explanation.
Mitch stuttered, unable to articulate a clear answer. I decided to speak on his behalf, "Jones sent him some pictures of Luna and me at the bar the other night. He rushed all the way back here just to
accuse us of dressing inappropriately and neglecting our kids."
As I summed up the situation, Mitch's face turned awkward.