"You're being dramatic, Asa."

"You're being a bitch, Quinn."

Silence. For a moment, I thought the line had gone dead. For a moment, I thought that she had cut me off.

Then her voice was back, harsh and cold.

"I do not have to explain myself to you. You need to grow up. Not everything is about you. I'm allowed to be happy, Asa."

"Yes," I snapped back. "Just not with Saul. You know he's mean to me. He made me cry before, remember? He's a bad man and he'll make you cry too. I don't want him to come to the pumpkin patch with us."

"Everything makes you cry,"...