Don't be grumpy at me, he said, I wasn't the one who pulled you into my lap. Was that all I could stand right now? Maybe. He had the knife at my throat, why didn't he kill me? He switched the blade, drove it into my shoulder. A door that would not hold for long.
I felt suddenly half-crazed with need. If I agreed that he'd been a bastard would that start a fight? If he thought I believed in him, was that going I tried to make it an eloquent look. I'd startled him so that he stumbled back into the cabinets.
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