“She played your games for weeks, you sadistic fuckwit. You can’t handle a little monkey dancing? Then maybe you should give Auggy a call. God, men are the biggest pussies. Everything we put up with from you, and you’re bellyaching about a little—” She pauses, narrowing her eyes at me. “What does she want you to do?” “Stay sober for three days.” On her way past, she lobs a sharp smack to the back of my head. “Get the fuck out of my kitchen.”
