“Wait.” He pointed at the ornate jewelry box. “Did you steal that from me?” “I—ah—I mean—I don’t remember stealing it from you.” She smiled, trying to look innocent. “So you can’t be mad about it.” “Is that how this works?” “It’s totally how it works. I can’t be mad about shit you’ve done that I don’t remember, and you can’t be mad about shit I’ve done that I can’t remember. Flawless logic.”
