“Winnie?” Addison stopped short behind her. “Kallum Lieberman, it’s been at least a decade.” She looped an arm through Winnie’s. “Should I verbally eviscerate him? Say the word.” Winnie sighed and shook her head. “You go ahead and go inside.” Addison leaned toward me and then barked like a dog before going inside where the entire staff sang out her name. “That woman is feral,” I said. “If you’re going to compliment her, you should say it to her face.”
