Chapter 3
“So,” I say, “You’re the guy. The guy in the mask.”
Matt tried his best to give his charming laugh. He probably doesn’t know I know it’s his charming laugh. I narrowed my eyes at him. “How could I do that, Edith? I’m blind.”
“Yeah, and? I’d be ableist to think that means you can’t beat a man into a coma.”
“I have no idea what you’re talking about.”
“You can’t gaslight a teenage girl, Matt, we’re the best at that. Actually, the second best. Nothing gaslights more than a guy who definitely cheated.”
Matt looked a little dumbfounded, now. I couldn’t see past his red glasses but I liked to assume his eyes were jumping around unseeingly.
I crossed my arms, “Give it up, Matt. I’m just that good, one glance and I had you figured out.”
Finally, Matt sighed, seemingly giving in. “How did you figure it out?”
Well, I couldn’t just lie to him, he’d know. And I couldn’t just tell him I had watched a TV show about his sad, sad little life in another universe. So I had to say something outlandish enough that he’d drop it. At least for now.
“The scent of Catholic guilt just wafts off of you.”