She rolls her eyes. “God forbid you step one tiny toe outside the line of your moral code, you curmudgeonly Capricorn.” “Would you stop with the astrological nonsense—” She gasps. “Take that back. It’s not nonsense.” I sigh heavily. “Beatrice—” “You”—she jabs a finger in my direction—“could not be more of a Capricorn. Look it up. Prepare to be humbled, Mr. Rules and Regulations.” “Rules and regulations exist for a reason. They provide order and structure, they establish clear expectations and dictate appropriate behavior—” “Which our ‘friends’ completely violated,” she fires back.
