The older woman waiting for admittance looked at me, then over her shoulder at Patch, who was vanishing down the hall. โHoney,โ she told me, โhe looks slippery as soap.
Becca FitzpatrickRight now, Vee was the only person I could count on. She could be obnoxious,annoying, and lazy, but she never lied to me.
Becca FitzpatrickYour mom isnโt going to let me step foot inside this place. Iโve seen the gun she keeps on the top shelf of the pantry.
Becca FitzpatrickThatโs an unfortunate place for a birthmark,โ I said, more than a little unnerved that it was so similarly positioned to my own scar. Patch casually but noticeably slid his sleeve down over his wrist. โYouโd prefer it someplace more private?โ โI wouldnโt prefer it anywhere.โ I wasnโt sure how this sounded and tried again. โI wouldnโt care if you didnโt have it at all.โ I tried a third time. โI donโt care about your birthmark, period.
Becca Fitzpatrick