Chapter Fifteen
"So, he’s a prick?" Betsy counseled me. This time her advice was in person and the timing of her arrival in the city couldn’t have been better, coinciding with my breach with Dancer. "All men prove their prickness sooner or later. Might as well know where it is before this relationship of yours continues."
"How could you possibly think it will continue?" I asked.
"Because you’re in love. And he is too, and he’s being sane and you’re not, and as soon as you get a grip on your sanity, you’ll remember what you love about him."
"You just called him a prick and now he’s the one that’s being sane."
"Oh, he’s still a prick. But he’s not fighting fair. I hate it when a man goes impassive when I’m in a fury. I understand. What you have to do is get your anger out of you
