Again. I left after finding Cash playing cards with Sophie and Isabella. That scene…seeing him interact with the little girl…knowing Sophie was there, enjoying something with him that I can’t…it was just too much. I couldn’t bear to interrupt because all Cash was doing was spending time with a child that might well be his. I wouldn’t ruin that for him, no matter how uncomfortable it made me. But Sophie…she’s a different story. I could gleefully have yanked her up off the floor by her hair and then rammed her head into the wall. I don’t have a nasty temper and I’m not particularly prone to violence, but that woman… I’d happily kick her ass and leave her for dead if given the chance and she caught me in the right mood. “Is that harsh, Ginger?” I ask of my friend who is growling into the phone on the other end of the line. “Hell no! That whore deserves to have her heart ripped out. She thinks we don’t know what she’s up to, but we’re smart bitches. Crazy bitches, too. That skank better watch her back!”
