“How do I fix it?” Frankie asked. “We start with dinner tonight.” “You still want to go with me even though I’m Asshole the Frosty Bitch Queen.” Pru looked down her nose piously, “My dear, some of us can afford to forgive.” “Oh. Nice. Now who’s the asshole?” Frankie asked. “I didn’t want you to feel all alone up there on your high horse.”
