“Where the fuck do you get off, calling her Meredith?” “That’s her name, isn’t it?” “It doesn’t matter if it’s her name or not. You can’t talk about her like that.” “Like what?” “Like you know her.” Dash looks back over his shoulder, smiling his angelic boy-can-do-no-wrong smile. “I do know her. I’ve met her at least eight times. Fascinating woman. She’s always been very nice to me.”
