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Jeremy nervously glanced at Faith. “I deleted all her videos of Emma.” Faith had never been so proud of him in her life. “Jeremy, that’s illegal.” “Yeah, well.” He loped toward his bedroom. “That’s my baby sister.”
“And your cop with the big dick who got your ring from a bubblegum machine—does he take you seriously?” “He can take me any way he wants.”
Faith let them have their little moment. She was used to being the wise-cracking best friend in their Hallmark movie.
“What do you know about incels?” “Involuntary celibates. The movement was started in the nineties by a Canadian university student who created a website for lonely, socially awkward, usually virginal, anonymous posters called ‘Alana’s Involuntary Celibacy Project.’” “Alana?” Faith said. “A woman?” “Yeah, ironic, right? A lady started out doing something nice to help people, then a bunch of men fucked it up.”
“You know I don’t trust men who wear glasses. Why can’t they see?” Faith
“My son will not wash out of the police academy,” Faith said. “He has a college degree. He’s Evelyn Mitchell’s grandson. They’ll drag him through by his collar if they have to.”
Amanda said, “I pulled every string I could to make sure he ended up at the GBI. Cops, judges, parole officers—anybody I could squeeze, I squeezed hard. I was not going to let him take the wrong path. And I sure as hell wasn’t going to let him work in a place where I couldn’t look out for him.”
I’m going to have to pull some of my old gals out of retirement.
“I can’t believe I sacrificed my cabinets to a stoned rich lady who couldn’t keep her fucking mouth shut in a bathroom.”
“When Wilbur was a boy, I arranged for my precinct to do Secret Santa for the children’s home. Obviously, I drew his name.
