“That’s why you’re in that seat and I’m in this one.” I fold up the paper and toss it in the trash. “Why couldn’t she have made friends with some boring civilian f**k, huh? A middle manager, an accountant. Someone with a mortgage and a home in the suburbs and a dog to walk in the evenings.”
“Because she’d be bored to death,” Demyan answers. “She’s chasing excitement. That’s the only reason she chooses to be around these egotistical, pretentious fuckers.”
“Or maybe she’s found kindred spirits.”
He whistles. “That’s a low opinion you have of your own mother.”
I sigh and relent. “She held her own when she was left in charge. She made mistakes, but considering she had no training and no experience, she did what she could. It’s just her belief that she has a God-given right to certain thing
