“‘Good evening’?” I repeat. “‘Good evening’? That’s all you’ve got to say?”
He doesn’t even give me the dignity of standing still so that I can look him in the eye while I let him have it. He just moves around the kitchen, unloading the groceries, as though this situation right here is totally normal.
For all I know, it is totally normal for him. Maybe he gets off on abducting unsuspecting women and keeping them in his weird, childlike hideaway to do God-knows-what with.
“Why don’t you sit down?” Uri suggests coolly.
“Don’t tell me what to do! It’s been a whole freaking day and I haven’t seen daylight once.” I pause for a moment, waiting for him to interject. He doesn’t, which only pisses me off further. “I told you in the morning that I don’t do well in cages. I can’t breathe in here!
