Page 61 of The Worst Kind of Promise
FAYE:I think I just died from embarrassment. You killed me. Does that sit well on your conscience? Do you like having my blood on your hands?
KIT:I’d prefer a different bodily fluid, but…
FAYE:PUT THE BOOK DOWN. NOW.
KIT:Relax, Princess. I’m just doing research.
FAYE:Research? What are you talking about?
KIT:I’m going to finish reading this dirty little book of yours, and then I’m going to have you show me exactly how you want me to touch you.
FAYE:Fuck me.
KIT:That’s Plan A.
FAYE:I mean…fuck you!
KIT:There’s twenty-five more letters in the alphabet I can use. We can do this whichever way you want.
July 3rd,Wednesday, 8:45 p.m.
FAYE:DICK!
KIT:You’re gonna have to be more specific.
FAYE:You ate the last ice cream sandwich.
KIT:Hey! Why do you automatically assume it was me?
FAYE:Oh, I don’t know. Maybe because I found the wrapper inyourtrash can?
KIT:This feels like a trap.
FAYE:That was the one thing I was looking forward to today. ONE.
KIT:I’ll drive down to the store to get you another box right now.
FAYE:Too late. I already hate you.
KIT:Yeah, but you know that turns me on.
FAYE:Don’t you ever think with anything besides your dick?
KIT:What can I say? He has a big head.
FAYE:…
KIT:Get it? Big head?
FAYE:…
KIT:Fuck you. That was funny.
FAYE:I’m not dignifying that with a laugh.
KIT:How about an ice cream sandwich?
FAYE:…
