Let me give you a little bit of advice. You can insult my financial status, my disability, anything you like. Mention my mother again, I’ll introduce you to an experience far worse than an over-chilled burgundy. Got it? Enjoy the rest of your dinner.
I suspect he suffers from acute confirmation bias, which means… Preferring evidence that supports a pre-existing theory, and ignoring that which doesn’t. I did it at uni. You’ve got a degree? No. Dropped out. Me too.
Though Robin Ellacott’s twenty-five years of life had seen their moments of drama and incident, she had never before woken up in the certain knowledge that she would remember the coming day for as long as she lived.
It’s Robin, isn’t it? That’s who you’re worried about.
Robin has, and I quote her verbatim, “a certificate for a three-day self-defense course.” I like Robin. Well, so do I. I just don’t need to add her to the dead and maimed women I carry around in my head.