“Well, she feels mistreated, and I can see her point.” “Yeah,” Harry said. “But the thing is, lie down with dogs, get up with fleas, you know what I mean?” “Jesus,” Beth said, returning. “This is like ‘The girl who’s raped is always asking for it,’ is that what you’re saying?” “No,” Harry said, still lifting up floor panels, following the wires. “But sometimes you gotta ask what the girl is doing in a dark alley at three in the morning in a bad part of town.”
Jesus give me a break
