"Me either. I can't forgive what he's done. I could have ignored him, ignored the clawing beast that wants to rip his face off and eat it like pasta." She took down at least half of the blue stuff. She was going to have to refill her mug. "But he had to open his big fat mouth."
Applejack leaned in against the doorframe of the kitchen. She wore one of Tony's teeshirts. A previously worn one. And another pair of his boxershorts. Her long curls were slightly damp. "I wish ya'll just wouldn't let it eat you up so much." It was time to speak up.