“You’d want to know, right?” I asked. “You wouldn’t want to give her the benefit of a doubt if she was playing you.”
Makes sense to me.
“You assholes are saying I’m gullible.” If Bitch had hackles, they’d be standing on end.
No, they’re saying “better safe than sorry”.
Her fists were clenched at her side, her feet planted apart, as if she’d be ready to start swinging, whistling for her dogs to attack, at any moment.
“Hey,” I raised my voice. “Answer the question! Would you want to know?”
Firmness. Even in the question itself, she’s enforcing that.
“Yeah, but-”
“Then we get in touch with Cherish. We get an answer from her. She’d know.”
Nice, I was right about the method. And hey, I’m down for some more Cherish.
The difficult part is going to be getting it out of her, though.
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