“You can’t, can you?”
I shook my head. XXX I opened the bottle and took a seat on the sofa just as Betty
emerged from the bathroom carrying two styrofoam cups. Which was stupid, because I had in the back of my mind the idea that
this may indeed be the case with her. “I decided a long time
ago I never wanted kids and had my tubes cut. Honestly, I can’t take you anywhere.”
“Oh, you’re no fun at all.”
We must have looked the odd pair. “I intimidate them, I
control them. “You mean, as in alcohol?”
She smirked. What would the punishment be?”
“You’ll just have to find out for yourself.”
I considered this for a few moments. “Thank you.”
“For what?”
“For just being here. Betty propped herself up enough so that she could look at my face
and smirked.
