She hissed, “It’s all about trust, Paul. I don’t want anyone to know about my personal life.”
“Well, I can’t keep doing your errands. It’s ruining our relationship.”
She snubbed me, looked away, and spun back around. “What if I paid you to run my errands for me?”
“I make plenty at Castling College.”
“You do not. Castling pays their professors minimally. They have a reputation like that.”
“No matter what I make from teaching, I won’t work for you. I’d rather be one of your best friends than an employee.”
“You’re being selfish, Paul. In all our years together, I would have never guessed you could behave this way.”
“It’s not like that at all. I’m not your assistant, Faye. I’m your friend.”
She huffed, stood, and spat, “You should try to be a better friend.”