don’t much care what you believe, Nathaniel. You clearly have your panties in a bunch about daddy remarrying, but that’s an issue for you and your therapist—nothing to do with me. Now, since I’m not a masochist, I think I’ll find somewhere else to sit.” I pushed my seat back and stood. “I wish I could say it was lovely to meet you all, but frankly I’ve had more pleasant experiences stepping in dog shit.”
