“Come on, Helen. He did a full one-eighty with me yesterday.” I pursed my lips. “Well, maybe not completely, but at least a good hundred-degree rotation.” Helen bit her lip. “All right, I might’ve had a little talk with him.” I returned to painting her thumbnail, faking disinterest. “And what did you talk about?” “Well,” she said, taking her sweet time, “I may or may not have given him a little push to be nicer with you.”
