“Yes, you did, Joey!” “Fine,” he scoffed. “I’m an asshole. Now let’s go.” I shook my head. “Molloy.” “I am not a mannequin!” “Fine.” Joey shook his head. “I take it back. You’re not a mannequin.” “That was really mean.” He stared at me for a long time before finally blowing out a breath. “Yeah, I know.” “Apologize.” “For what?” “For calling me a mannequin.” “I just said you’re not a mannequin.” “That wasn’t an apology.” “Yeah, it was.” I gaped at him. “No, it wasn’t, Joey.” “How was that not an apology?” “Because it didn’t contain the word ‘sorry,’ asshole.”
