“I’ve been doing some thinking,” I said. “You refused to tell me your plans, but I don’t mind sharing mine.”
“Which are?” he sneered, back to his old, charming self.
He only softened toward me for a few minutes when I dropped a tear or two.
“I’m the chatty type, and I’m fresh out of prison. Who doesn’t want to practice talking after being locked up in a solitary cell without seeing any living thing for a week? You’re extremely lucky that I didn’t suffer withdrawal, sweety pie, or you’d have to suffer my company on this long, bumpy journey. Few beings can suffer me gracefully.”
He was silent for a moment, but I could feel his rage rising again, heating me.
“What’s your big plan then?” he asked.
“Take a hot, hot shower and then eat five of the largest burgers in the wild country,” I sa
