The words hung in the air like smoke from a fire, impossible to take back once released. Beauty watched in horror as both her friends processed what she'd just confessed, their faces shifting from curiosity to shock to complete disbelief.
Agnes's drink slipped from her nerveless fingers, the glass hitting the wooden table with a sharp c***k that seemed unnaturally loud in the suddenly quiet corner of Murphy's Pub. Beer splashed across the scarred surface, soaking into napkins and dripping onto the floor, but Agnes didn't seem to notice.
Sandra's mouth fell open, her eyes wide with the kind of stunned expression usually reserved for witnessing car accidents or natural disasters. For once in her life, the woman who always had something to say was completely speechless.
"Wait," Agnes final
