God, a towel really felt like it was just delaying the inevitable, didn't it? Marian didn't know if she could progress her life in smaller and smaller increments of giving the Sheriff what he wanted. That sounded exhausting, and Marian was already exhausted.
Was there anything genuine about him? Marian truly wanted to believe that there was. Still, after all this time, after everything he'd done, after all the ways he'd treated her boys, Marian still desperately wanted to believe that deep down inside of the sheriff there was a good man, and that she could find him.
Maybe it was a lost cause, but it was better than being in some demon's funhouse.
"It's fine," she said flatly. "I don't need a towel."