“I saw your dad the other day,” she says casually, though I know there is a larger point. “He told me things might not be all rose petals and sunshine in the honeymoon suite.”
God damn him. As if everything isn’t bad enough, he is jabbering to our doctor about my personal life. Whatever happened to family loyalty?
“He shouldn’t have said anything.”
She shrugs and drops another bullet into the bowl. I was upset enough that I didn’t even feel her remove it. “I’m a good listener, and a good extractor. Of more than just bullets, if you know what I mean.” She laughs at her own joke. “People open up to me.”
Probably to get her to stop talking. “That’s nice.”
“So,” she probes. “What seems to be the problem?”
I put up a valiant effort resisting her questions, but next thing I know, I’m telli
