Martha’s frustration grew
Martha’s frustration grew as George hesitated, unsure if he should intervene. “Why are you just standing there?” she snapped.
George bit his lip, eyes darting between Martha and the glass. “I… I don’t know if it’s safe,” he stammered. Martha’s grip on the glass tightened. “
I can’t hold it forever!” she shouted. George took a small step forward but then froze again. Martha felt a surge of anger and desperation. “
Do something, George!” she demanded, her voice shaking.