“You don’t mean—Laur, I can’t drop acid.” “Sure you can. It’s easy. Just pop the sugar cube in your mouth. Yum.” “No, I mean—I don’t do LSD, I can’t—” She rubbed his arm to comfort him, but also, okay, in a condescending way. You poor sweet fool, she thought.
What an awful person, and such a betrayal of their relationship.
