“You must talk to your friends?” Victoria probed. Madison mentally inserted the question mark, but she wasn’t sure the older woman had meant there to be one.
“What friends?” Madison shrugged. “Haven’t gone any. I stay home, let ‘em fink I’m somewhere else. Don’t need the questions, or them spewing their fake smiles and sympathy over me. Like they care. ‘S so f*****g false.”
false“What about Gary?”
She’d tried to ask it innocently, but Madison knew it was more than that.
How the f**k does she know about Gaz? The question must have been there, unspoken, in her expression as Victoria shrugged and told her truthfully, “I hear things.”
How the f**k does she know about Gaz? “I like Gaz,” Madison admitted. “He jus’… jus’ lets me be me, y’know? Before I ‘ad Alice – an’, an’ even after that –
