“All right,” Emma said. “I will.”


“It’ll be embarrassing.”

“And I said that’s fine. So ask.”

Izzy sat there, grinning, and seemed to be waiting. She actually seemed to be enjoying this odd way of talking. Emma was enjoying it too, and liked the whole idea of ruthless truthfulness as well. She decided she had to actually ask something, instead of just teasing.

She thought, carefully. She wanted to start this off right.

She thought, and then realized she knew the perfect question. “So that first day,” she said. “In the park. Why were you looking at my tits?”