I made an impossible request to Ruth today, the day before my dad gets mugged amid naked ladies, neon disco lights, and kinky music. And no, I did not ask to join. Either way, Ruth declined.
I follow her into the kitchen, up the stairs, into her room, tracing her footsteps no more than a meter away like a stubborn leech.
“Ruth, please. Just for a little bit. We’ll be prepared,” I badger her. “Remember last time? We had a disguise. It’ll be okay.”
Ruth mutters under her breath. “Give it a break, Amy. It’s dangerous, and you know it too.” I jump in front of her, and she gasps. “Geez, Amy!”
“It’s different now,” I say. “June knows me, and she doesn’t see me as an enemy. Trust me.” Her eyebrows tug down, and I hold her gaze. “Please. I know the type of person she is, and she won’t hurt me.
