Jennifer sat in the passenger seat, watching Quentin drive with practiced ease. She couldn't help but comment, "You drive pretty well, and you know karate too, right? You must have a lot of other skills. If you're so capable, why do you pretend to be foolish? How long do you plan to keep up the act? Isn't it exhausting to pretend for a lifetime?"
"I want to," Quentin snapped, "Are you tired of acting with me?"
"No," Jennifer thought to herself, pretending with Quentin was nothing compared to the hardships she'd endured in prison for three years.
Curious, she asked, "But if you were your true self, no one would dare bully you."
"True, no one would openly bully me. But what about the schemes behind my back? It's easier to avoid a direct attack than a hidden one. If I didn't play dumb, I
