“This isn’t Georgia, darling, you ain’t on the farm anymore. How the fuck do you expect to do anything with Delsaran if you can’t stand up to some toothless fucking git in a shithole bar? He works behind a piece of plywood, Addie. Plywood.” She snapped in my face. “It’s time to throw out whatever bullshit they taught you in Sunday school and grow a fucking pair. Be a woman. Go demand a drink.”
