"Oh you won't," she said coldly, pulling her knees up to her chest. "They're not allowed to call you." Which was sort of a stupid thing to admit in hind sight, but what did she care.
"It's better this way-" she told him. "It should have been me anyway. Go home Turtle- I don't want you to see me like this." And that much was certainly true. If she were to drink herself to death she'd have it coming- she had out lived Alexander far too long already- but she wouldn't want Caleb to watch that... he wasn't as strong as he pretended to be sometimes.