“Beau, take that shit somewhere else. My feelings aren’t hurt. What I’m telling you is I don’t buy it.” The whoosh of air conditioning is all I hear for a few seconds as I consider my options. “Why not?” “That’s offensive.” I snort. It is. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have tried to pull one over on you.” “For fuck’s sake, Beau. What are you up to?” I sigh, palms twisting over the steering wheel. “Bailey needed some support. She’s trying to get outta here, and people are so damn mean to her.”
