“You actually find this funny? Funny?”
He sighed. “Blythe, if you would only listen to what I have to tell you then—”
“Please, just get dressed and go, before I do something I’ll regret. I don’t want to spend the rest of my life in a funny farm, drooling into a paper cup twenty-four/seven. I don’t want to be locked behind bars, trying to excel at my job in the prison laundry and fighting off the advances of Rosie O’Donnell lookalikes who want to claim me as their ‘special bitch.’ I don’t want to storm Acme with an Uzi and demand they give me the bargain basement discount—”
His explosion of laughter pounded her eardrums. He clasped her shoulders and spun her around. “Will you please shut your pretty mouth and listen to me?”
“What’s the point?”
“The point, you wild and crazy broad, is t
