“Oh, God. Oh, Jesus. Oh, Christ. Oh Jesus Christ. What are you doing? Do you know . . . what . . . you’re doing?” Afterward, while she was eating another cookie: “Who taught you that, Mary-Alice? Who have you been with?” “No one,” she said, picking a crumb off her lap and eating it. “I just imagine what would feel good and I do it.” “Well, you have quite an imagination.”
