“I didn’t realize you hated her so much.” I nearly choke on my hash brown. “Fabiola, she showed up on my doorstep to try to seduce me in order to get back at you for forgetting the anniversary of the third time you two broke up. When my parents asked why I was slamming the door on the incredibly attractive girl on our porch, I had to tell them she was a Satanist. Which, now that I think about it, might not have been a lie.”
