I know Maryanne did that on purpose. “That was him, wasn’t it?” Sam leans forward, looking for my eyes. “The guy you—” I snap my head in his direction so fast it silences him. It’s a yes, obviously. I pull into the driveway and storm into the house, my sister sitting serenely at the dining room table with our mom. I slam her coffee down in front of her. “You’re a cunt.”
YES GEORGIA
