The Trickster Diaries/Chapter 104
Liz was all over my case. The joke—that innocent little giggle we shared about her kicking Juliette’s ass—failed to cross the reality to virtual reality bridge in one piece. My fault. All of it, she insisted. “And then you go and further warp its meaning and context intentionally?! Just to get rid of her?!
“You know,” she went on, “there could be real consequences. I mean, what if something DID happen to her? Who do you suppose…”
Liz: (Interrupting) Who do you suppose the cops would come looking for first?
Me: I apologized. I explained. I told you.
Liz: Still… (Finally cracking a smile) God you’re an idiot. No. You’re worse than an idiot. You’re a moron! You’re almost a stalker!
Me: (Stunned) Am I?!
Liz: (Still smiling, looking at me the way an X-ray machine looks through your exterior) No. (Pauses) But, almost.