“I knew you wouldn’t understand,” I returned.
“I understand,” Jet said.
I looked to her.
“Hank doesn’t see shades of gray,” she continued.
I blinked at her. “What?” I asked.
“You think he doesn’t see shades of gray. You think he sees black and white. Good and bad. Crime and justice.
He doesn’t see shades of gray. You’re gray.” I swal owed.
That was so it.
“Jet, Sugar Bunch, I don’t think Roxie’s gray,” Daisy put in gently.
“She’s gray. And you’re gray too,” Jet replied, just as gently.
Daisy was silent because Daisy was definitely gray.
I felt my nostrils start to burn, bit my lip and looked out the window. I was trying hard but I felt tears leak out the sides of my eyes.
“Roxie, you’re about as f**king gray as the f**king sun.
I’m sorry, Jet, but I’ve known Roxie for years and she isn’t f**king gray,” Annette said.
“I’m not saying gray is bad or that Roxie’s gray. Just that I understand how she’s feeling and that she thinks Hank’l think she’s gray.”
“She isn’t gray,” Annette repeated.
“I know that but she thinks Hank’l think she is,” Jet
“I know that but she thinks Hank’l think she is,” Jet returned.
“She isn’t f**kin’ gray,” Annette was getting heated.
“I know that!” Jet was getting heated right back.
“I’m going to have a talk with Hank,” Jason cut in and I could tel by his tone he meant to do it, and soon.
“Don’t you dare,” I said to Jason, my head swiveling to him.
“Are you crying, Sugar Bunch?” Daisy asked.
I shook my head even though I was.
“Oh God, I’m sorry. I just wanted you to know I understood,” Jet grabbed my hand again.
I wiped away my tears with my other hand. “It’s okay. I know you didn’t mean anything by it.”
“Roxie, look at me,” Jet urged.
I turned to her and tried to give her a smile, but it was weak. “It’s okay,” I repeated.
“I’m not very pretty,” she said suddenly.
I blinked at her. “Excuse me?” I asked.