“Why do you hate him?” “Because it’s Bishop,” I said, shrugging. “I’ve always hated him.” Liar, liar, pants on fire. “No, you haven’t,” she said, turning to grab her travel cup from the cupboard. “Y’all have always fought like cats and dogs, sure, but I’ve never seen real hate between y’all until a few months ago.” “We don’t need her.”
