C'' Bethany went angrily to Sharra’s house and said, “Why did you ask my husband Larry for money to repair your car?”🚗 What Happened NEXT SEE MORE BELOW 👇

Bethany went angrily to Sharra’s house and said, “Why did you ask my husband Larry for money to repair your car?” 🚗 What Happened NEXT 

[Scene: Outside Sharra’s small, tidy house. Late afternoon. Bethany’s car door slams shut as she storms up the path. Sharra opens the door, startled.]

Bethany: (furious) Why did you ask my husband Larry for money to repair your car, Sharra?

Sharra: (blinking, confused) Wait—what? Bethany, slow down. What are you talking about?

Bethany: Don’t play dumb with me! Larry told me you called him yesterday—crying about how your transmission went out—and then you asked him for five hundred dollars!

Sharra: (taken aback) Oh my God. I didn’t ask him for money. I called to ask if he knew a good mechanic—he’s helped me with car stuff before. He offered to lend me the money himself, but I told him no!

Bethany: (sarcastic) Oh, right, I’m sure that’s how it went. My husband just volunteers money to women from work for no reason?

Sharra: Bethany, listen to yourself. Larry and I have been friends for years—we’ve all gone to barbecues together! I wasn’t trying to cross any lines. I didn’t even take the money!

Bethany: Then why didn’t you come to me if you needed help? Why go to my husband?

Sharra: Because Larry knows cars! You don’t. I wasn’t thinking about money or favors, I was trying to figure out how bad the repair was. You’re twisting this into something ugly.

Bethany: (voice cracking) I’m twisting it because I’ve seen how he looks at you sometimes. Don’t tell me nothing’s going on.

Sharra: (shocked silence) Bethany… there’s nothing between us. Larry loves you. I wouldn’t betray you like that.

Bethany: Then why didn’t you tell me about the call?

Sharra: Because I didn’t think it mattered. I called, he gave me the name of a shop, and that was it. I figured he’d mention it to you if he wanted to.

Bethany: (crosses arms, still tense) Convenient.

Sharra: (sighs, steps closer) Look, I get why you’re upset. If I were in your shoes, I might feel the same way. But please—before you start assuming things, talk to him again. Ask him if I took a dime.

Bethany: He said you didn’t, but that doesn’t change the fact you went to him.

Sharra: You’re right. I should’ve thought about how that would look. I’m sorry. It wasn’t meant to cause trouble.

Bethany: (after a pause) …I don’t know if I can believe you.

Sharra: Then come with me. The car’s in the driveway—look at it yourself. The repair’s not even done yet. You’ll see I haven’t gotten anything from anyone.

Bethany: (hesitates, then glances toward the car) You’re serious?

Sharra: Completely. I value our friendship, Bethany. And I don’t want Larry in the middle of something that’s just a misunderstanding.

Bethany: (sighs deeply, voice softer) Maybe I overreacted. I just—I’ve been noticing how distant he’s been lately, and when he mentioned you—

Sharra: —you thought there was more to it. I get it. Relationships can make us paranoid sometimes.

Bethany: (bitter laugh) Yeah. Tell me about it.

Sharra: Look, how about we both sit down later—me, you, and Larry—and clear this up properly? No secrets, no weirdness.

Bethany: (nods reluctantly) Okay. I’ll hold you to that.

Sharra: Deal. And… Bethany? I’m sorry. Really.

Bethany: (quietly) Me too. I shouldn’t have come here yelling.

[They stand in silence for a moment. The tension eases. Sharra gestures toward the car, and they walk over together, the conversation continuing in lower voices as the afternoon light fades.]

Bethany: (heart pounding) What else, Larry?

(A pause. Sharra turns from the window, eyes glistening.)

Sharra: My brother. He’s been in trouble. Larry’s been helping me keep him out of jail.

Bethany: (staring) Your brother? What does Larry have to do with that?

Larry: I used to know him. Before you and I got married. He did some work for me—nothing illegal, just… security stuff. But he got caught up in something bad. Sharra begged me to help.

Bethany: (coldly) And you didn’t think I deserved to know?

Larry: I didn’t want to drag you into it.

Bethany: (standing) You lied. You both lied.

Sharra: Bethany, it wasn’t like that—

Bethany: (cuts her off) Stop. Both of you.

(She looks between them, breathing hard. Her eyes dart to a small envelope sitting on Sharra’s table. Something about it catches her attention—Larry’s handwriting.)

Bethany: What’s that?

Sharra: (startled) What? Nothing—just paperwork—

Bethany: (snatches it up, opens it) Oh my God. It’s cash. A lot of it.

(Larry stands suddenly.)

Larry: Bethany, put that down—

Bethany: You said you didn’t give her money!

Larry: It’s not what it looks like!

Bethany: Then what is it, Larry?!

(The thunder cracks loudly outside. Sharra looks pale.)

Sharra: Bethany, please. If you take that money, you don’t understand what’s going to happen—

Bethany: What’s going to happen?

(Before Sharra can answer, there’s a sudden knock at the door. Three slow, deliberate knocks. The room goes silent.)

Sharra: (whispers) Oh no… they came early.

Bethany: (confused) Who?

Larry: (steps forward quickly) Bethany, listen to me—whatever happens, don’t open that door.

(Bethany stares at him, the envelope clutched tightly in her hands, as the knocking comes again—louder this time.)

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