“Please let me come. I don’t care . . . how. Just . . . please. I really need to—” “Nope.” Such awful, beautiful glee. “I just wanted to hear you beg. Wanted to know what it sounded like.” “Did it live up to your expectations?” “Well, it was kind of grudging. So I’d give it maybe two out of ten.” I wasn’t sure whether or not to be insulted.
