A few hours later, the doorbell rang. Dan answered it. "Hello, Dan. Do you think that I could speak with David and Brie, please?"
"David, it's for you." Dan hollered.
"Who is it?"
"Take a wild guess."
David stood up and went to the door, glancing over his shoulder at his wife. She was still frozen in her place. When he saw who was at the door, he almost lost it. "You have a lot of fucking nerve showing up here."
"I'm sorry, David, but I wanted to talk to you and Brie about the situation with her brother. May I come in?"
David did the rarest of the rare- rolled his eyes, but still let the man in. He led him over to the couch where Brie was sitting still and sat next to her. "Brie, baby, this is the General. He wanted to talk to us about Matt."
"GO AWAY", she said carefully.
"Brie, I'm so very sorry. We're doing everything we can..." the General said.
"GO AWAY", she said again.
"I'm going to personally see to it..."
"GO AWAY!" she demanded.
"Brie, I'm going to make sure that your brother..."
That did it. She flew up off the couch and started beating the shit out of the General. David and Dan tried to pull her off, but it was no use. Not even the four of them could have pried her off of that man. There was no way in hell. Mike and John even ran in to help, but it was to no avail. She was like a pitbull who had locked its jaw after sinking its teeth into someone's hide. There was not getting her off of him.
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