“She says she’s sorry,” Jude lies. “She knows she was terribly out of line, but she has no true gauge of right from wrong, as she’s not an actual being.” I glare at the back of his head. “That’s not at all what I said, and a touchable vagina makes me very much an actual being. My independent thoughts and emotions make me a being too, but mostly the vagina. And it’s a good vagina, by the way. Not an evil one, despite the house vote.”
