“Do you think I could take a small bottle of it with me?” “Absolutely not. If they see it they’ll have questions. They might follow you here. Did you bring me food?” “Oh. Shit. I forgot. I’m sorry, Becca. It honestly slipped my mind.” She looked at me, clearly deliberating whether I had intentionally decided not to bring the food in an attempt to weaken her, or if I was genuinely that empty-headed.

