“God yes,” she said, then drank whatever was left in her glass and ordered another. “The ones who are all like, oh, I’m so natural, just being the me I’m supposed to be. The ones who are all like, the older I get, the more I’m into who I really am. The ones who think that all the love they give to all things natural means that nature loves them back. The ones who go around telling themselves that everything happens for a reason, and they pat themselves on the back for all their positive energy. The ones who think everything has some kind of hidden meaning . . . Believe me, I can keep going.”
