Miss Watson really did tell her everything.
She gazed at Wyatt Wright with eager, expectant eyes, her curiosity apparent: "Why didn't you fix it for them?"
Wyatt did not answer.
She kept pressing: "Was it because she wasn't pretty enough?"
Her lips almost reached heaven as she asked: "Was it because she was dressed too scantily?"
"Was she—"
Wyatt intervened: "Rae Bennett."
She cocked her head, her eyes crinkling into a smile of a lovable kitten: "Hmm?"
Wyatt rolled down his side of the car window, letting the cold air rush in: "Quiet down, I'm driving."
"Oh."
Rae Bennett rested her hands on her knees and sat properly.
The car quieted down for a few minutes.
"If my shower broke, would you fix it for me?" From the moment she got in the car, she had been animated and fluttery, like a butterfly chasing flowers.
Then Wyatt was a man-eating plant.
"I won't help."
