knew and loved. You’re the reason I lost him for a while.” A while? What does she mean by that? Pointless to ask, as she seems less than cooperative with me. “You’re a bitch,” I retort. Not the most eloquent of comebacks, but one that comes from the heart. She smiles. “Well, I’m the bitch who owns everything you want, so I’ll happily take the title. Now, now, don’t look so riled up. Mal loves me more than life itself. If you tell him I said any of those things, he’ll kick you to the streets.”
