“I’m going to kill that arrogant little fuck,” Violet spits out. Hank and I both turn to look at her with jaws unhinged and flapping in the breeze. “Vi… did you just swear? Are you sure you’re old enough to talk that way?” I ask, trying to infuse some humor into the moment. “That’s rich coming from you, B,” she barks back. “You swear like a sailor daily.” “She behaves like one too,” Hank adds with a chuckle.
