“No,” Bitch clenched her fist, and I could see her dogs responding to her body language, tensing. “Don’t buy it.”
…why not?
Is it that you wanted there to be someone who actually could relate to your animal-like mind, even if it was Siberian?
“Why not?” Lisa asked, her voice gentle.
“What she said made too much sense. She said things and she understood. I’m fucked up. I know I’m fucked up.
Maybe she’s actually like that, regardless of how real her body is. But conversely, maybe she’s just really good at acting.
Maybe she’s Maybelline.
Not good at dealing with people. But I could deal with her. I understood her.”
This would require quite a solid understanding of Rachel to act, though. I’m inclined to believe Rachel’s right, that it’s not entirely an act.
“That doesn’t mean she didn’t lie, Rachel,” Lisa said. “It only means she understood you well enough to know how to deceive you.”
The question then is how? She’d been following Rachel, spying, yes, but a lot of it doesn’t really spell itself out without watching for a long time.
Cherish may be key to it, I suppose.
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