"I had Barbara," she said, and began to move ahead of Ms. Slade toward the stairway. Suddenly, Ms. Slade, with the athleticism of someone 50 years younger, leaped out of her chair. Ms. Ansley jerked backwards, slightly in fear, in shock of this sudden assertion by her once-friend. Ms. Slade screamed, "Barbara is Delphin's? I'll kill you!" Ms. Slade gracefully and ferociously leaped onto Ms. Ansley, slamming her onto the ground. She began viciously swiping her luxury purse at the woman she now hated, no longer caring about its material value, only about pummeling Ms. Ansley. "You bet your *ss she is! Delphin told me he loved her more than he loved Jenny!" Ms. Ansley retorted back. This only pushed Ms. Slade further. She ripped her friend's scarf off her wrinkly neck, and before immediately wrapping it back onto Ms. Ansley, this time much tighter tied. Ms. Ansley began sputtering for air, as Ms. Slade cackled. "Yeah, you had Barb