I reach for her wrist, but she whips around and pushes me. “Leave me alone.” “I know you’re upset—” “I’m not upset. I’m mortified.” Her lower lip trembles and her voice cracks. “They fucking poured pig slop on me.” I’m about to remind her that she’ll never have to deal with them again, but then Lennon does something I’ve never seen her do before… She cries.
