can’t really imagine Sylvie in an art museum,” I say. Finny glances at me. He frowns at the road. “You know, you wouldn’t think she was so bad if you gave her a chance.” “Who said I thought she was ‘so bad’?” I say. “I just don’t see her as an art museum kinda person.” “From you, that is a bad thing,” he says. “And you don’t really know her,” “Okay. So I don’t really know her,”
Lets not make Sylvie the villain please.
