Chapter 37

“I made a boy give me one. Told him if he didn’t I’d squeeze his testicles, and not in a nice way.”

To his surprise, she flushed a little as she picked at a stray strand of cotton hanging from a button lowdown. He opened his mouth to say, “Don’t pull,” too late. The button came away and Sapphire aimed it at the wastepaper basket. She got the bull’s eye from the other side of the room. The fastening would vanish, Saffie would either ditch the shirt, or wear it until too many buttons came off, or Rosie noticed and put on all new ones without being asked. For once, Sapphire annoyed him.

“I feel kind of bad for threatening the poor boy. I was younger then.”

Unable to recall ever seeing her with a love bite, Rich wanted to ask her when and how young. A teen mostlikely. Her most rebellious years. Sapphire’s insurrection made his acts of defiance akin to faking a tummy ache.

“So, who gave it to you?”

“What?”