Emmitt stomped out and whacked the fire with the broom. Many photos lay burnt on the floor.
Kathy folded her arms and looked in Emmitt’s direction. Her body fumed and was hotter than the burnt carpet beneath them—Emmitt avoided her gaze and put out fires until nothing was left but patches of burnt carpet and smoke.
“Wow, we make a great team, don’t you think?” Emmitt said cheerfully.
Kathy put her hands on her hips. “I worked hard to carve those picture frames—and look at all my photos now on the floor.”
“A simple thank you would’ve been nice. After all, I saved your life,” Emmitt said.
“What? Thank you? You took the broom from me. I didn’t need your help,” Kathy retorted. She collected the picture frames and photos off the ground. Her demeanor changed as she held a particular one. “No, no, no. This one became burnt.”
