She shrugged. “Or he’s just desperate for players. Or maybe it’s his ancient brain making him forget that he’s supposed to completely hate you.” Maddie couldn’t begin to understand the ridiculous things some people did.
“Exactly. Deeds of hilarity should be rewarded,” she smirked. “Oh, you know how it is around here.” Pause. “Or maybe you don’t yet, but you will. Anyway, something drastic usually happens that keeps fun crap from happening, so I guess we’ll see.”
Maddie gestured her agreement to Marty’s opinion about optimism. “See? This is what I’m saying! People aren’t supposed to be super happy while the world is in the crapper. Be amusing, make people laugh, but be happy? Heck no. Happiness is for suckers.”
“You know, for a guy who accidentally shot another guy, you’re not so bad.” That was generally as close to a compliment as she got with relative strangers. “Little bit creepy with the boob-staring, but funny.”
Maddie rose from her seat and gave him a tight-lipped smile. “I gotta go hunt down my brother, since he said he’d meet me for lunch and never showed, but maybe I’ll see ya around. Hopefully on Halloween with the Sandwich Guy costume.”
She waved as she started off. “Bone appetite.” Her mocking attempt at French.