“Come on, sweetheart. I’m too pretty to throw out like dirty dish water.” She hoots. She actually hoots. “Hockey boys and their egos. You are pathetic.” “Like water off a duck. And you are a bratty princess. Tell me, did those boots slide in the snow? Did you bring any real shoes?” “I can shove this boot up your ass.” I smile widely. Damn, I do like her spirit. She’s a firecracker, but just as I’m thinking how cute she is again, her face hardens, and I blanch. She’s seriously going to throw me out on my ass.
