George showed up.
He swept his gaze across every face in the room, and the seven walking red flags flinched back a step on instinct.
George asked in a soft, gentle voice, "Did they bully you?"
I hadn't even opened my mouth when a loud, wailing cry made me jump.
Tears poured down Fiona's face as she rambled in a panic, "It's all my fault, I shouldn't have made Maine angry. But I came here to donate to her orphanage, y'know? I felt so bad for her, being an orphan all alone. I guess I'm just really bad with words, that's why I upset her."
George spoke like it was the most obvious thing in the world, no room for pushback. "Since you know you made my girlfriend mad, why are you standing here crying instead of apologizing to her?"
Fiona hiccuped once, then started sobbing even harder, fat
