“You think Linus is this sweet old man, but the things he has done would make you wake up at night screaming. He’s worse than me! Somehow, he can swim through a lake of sewage and come out smelling like roses, and I ended up as this wretched witch whom everyone despises . . .” The connecting door swung open, revealing Linus. He was slumped over, holding on to an IV stand to keep himself upright. “Vicki,” he said. “Baby . . .” “Don’t you call me that, you horrible shithead!”
