Another factor I hadn’t anticipated? Bee taking Wren’s side on this one.Nothing says so as clearly as when she walks into the kitchen the nextmorning with a withering scowl aimed directly at me.
“What happened to ‘ride-or-die’?” I drawl over the lip of my steamingcoffee mug.
“It’s precisely because I’m your ride-or-die that I get to tell you whenyou’re being an asshole. And guess what? The time for that is now.”
I set my mug down and shove it away. Even coffee as black and acrid as mysoul isn’t helping this morning. “She doesn’t f*****g listen,” I growl.“She’s constantly questioning me. Always picking fights, refusing to acceptthe fact that I know better.”
“Christ on a f*****g cracker, man! Do you even hear yourself?” Bee slamshe
