“Come on, lady, you’re like a kid pretending her mouth is stitched shut so she won’t have to eat the broccoli,”
“Come on, lady, you’re like a kid pretending her mouth is stitched shut so she won’t have to eat the broccoli,” Cynthia said. “Everything we saw dovetails with what Mr. Marinville there saw before us, and Mary saw before him, and the Carvers saw before them. Right down to the knocked-over piece of picket fence where Entragian greased the barber, or whoever he was. So quit the I’m-a-scientist crap for awhile. We’re all on the same page; you’re the one that’s on a different one.”
“But I didn’t see any of these things!” Audrey almost wailed.
“What did you see?” Ralph asked. “Tell us.”
