Public Relations
“The Devil made me do it,” Bob read from the latest news headlines.
“For f***s sake,” Lucy said as she took another sip of coffee. “I’ve never even heard of the i***t. Why can’t people just take responsibility for their shitty decisions and stop blaming me for everything?”
Bob shrugged as he put the tablet on the table and picked up his own mug of coffee, except his was laced with whisky. He knew she could smell it, but didn’t really care.
“I blame you,” Lucy said as she pointed her claw at Bob’s bulbous nose.
“Me?” Bob asked. “What did I do?”
“Nothing,” Lucy said. “And that’s the problem.”
Bob frowned.
“I don’t understand,” Bob said.
“For millennia Gabrielle has been running circles around you and making me look like I’m the baddy, when in fact I’ve just been min
