“Oh, it’s very true. They told me that last night when they were visiting her house. She’s a less dead, so is her loser boyfriend.” “Fuck off, Joey.” Marnie’s voice cracked. “We shouldn’t have come here.” “You’re drunk,” Sam added. “I should fucking stab you,” Mike said. “Do it. Fucking do it, you coward.” Joey laughed, and without missing a beat, I spun around the wall and lifted the knife in my hand. “No, I’ll do it.” The room became chaos.
