“What would they say?” I flatten my knuckles on the table. “You said that you love me,” I say loudly this time, forcefully, as if repeating the words will somehow make them true. “I do-ish. But you have to understand my predicament.” “That you’re a selfish pig?” People are glancing my way now. To hell with decorum. “You said that you loved me!” “Addie”—he chuckles nervously—“can’t we discuss this quietly?”
we about to have adream girls singing monologue soon
