He wasn't what I'd thought he was; maybe he never had been. I wasn't what I'd thought I was, either.
He ignored me, thank God, saying to Kat, "Let go of Frosty's leash. You're choking the life out of him. " Her eyes narrowed to tiny slits, a sure sign of her aggression. "He deserves to choke. He didn't keep little frosty in his pants this summer. " The words snapped like a whip. "He did. " Cole snapped back with unwavering confidence. "Not. " "Did. " "Not!" "Did,". . . "Not, not, not!" she shouted with a stomp of her foot. "What are we five?" Cole said. "Six. "