Angela walked through the men's underwear section at Famous Barr the next day. She was looking for some new boxers for Isaac - he only had about six pairs, and they all looked old. She was getting sick and tired off seeing the old ones on him, so she was there to buy him new ones.
She hadn't been looking for five minutes when she turned around and bumped into someone.
"Oh, excuse me, I didn't see you-" She stopped mid sentence and looked up. That jacket was all too familliar.
"Alan." She said, her voice shaky.
"Yes, Alan." He said sarcastically. "What's the matter, did you almost forget my face?"
"No, I knew that was you." She said. She turned away and pretended to be looking. She could feel her hands start to shake in her coat pockets.
"Talked to your parents lately?" He asked smugly.
"No, I haven't."
"Well...it's a good thing. They've had such unfortunate luck lately."
"Why? What happened?" Alan now had Angela's full attention.
"They're in such shame to have a daughter than ran off and married some floosy of a guy, they can't even go out anymore." He said. "You should see them. Someone says your name and they change the subject. Your mother took down all her pictures of you around the house."
"She did not!" Angela hissed.
"Yes, I'm afraid she did. It's sad really; you go in that house and try to talk to your parents, it's like they don't even have a daughter anymore." Alan said snidely.
Angela could feel her eyes well up and her lip start to quiver How could anyone say such rotten things?
"Yup. All in shame, because of you." He said.
"I dont' believe you." She said stubbornly.
"You don't have to. Go there yourself." He said.
"Good-bye, Alan." She said, trying her best not to let her saddness show. That was all he wanted. To bother her. She turned and walked away. She waited until she was out of the store and safely in her car before breaking down into tears.