“What’s with the mood, Molloy?” “I’m not in a mood.” “Says the girl with a face like thunder.” He nudged my shoulder with his. “You were all shits and giggles a minute ago.” “I am not in a mood.” “Fine.” Holding his hands up, he shook his head and moved to the sink. “Suit yourself.” “I will.” “You do that.” “That’s what I’m going to do.” “Good.” “Asshole.” “Crank.” “Prick.” “Witch.” “Shut up,” I spat out, furious. “I mean it. Don’t say another word to me.”
