“Damn,” I muttered. I asked Alec, “You grew up with that guy?”
He shrugged, “It was normal to me.”
A typical exhibit of what happens when someone grows up in fucked-up conditions.
“I mean, what was it like? I can’t even wrap my head around it. Were the women nice to you? What- how does that even function?”
“My dad’s victims had eyes only for him,” Alec said, “So no, they weren’t nice to me or my brothers and sisters.”
Well, there goes the “at least he got to have a lot of moms” silver lining.
“Details,” Lisa said, “C’mon. Talk.”
Rude, Lisa. I know you don’t like not knowing things, but rude. Very rude.
“I’m not a talkative person.”
“Talk or I kick your ass,” she threatened.
Lisa just took “Very rude.” and punted it into orbit – that’s how rude she’s being now.
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