I reached over to touch her arm, but I couldn’t, “Núria, you’re not forgiving them, are you?”
“Hells no,” she said, and pumped her fist in the air, “I’m mad. Fuck those guys, seriously. If you don’t want kids, don’t have them.”
“Have you always sworn?”
“No, but I’m a ghost now, and nobody can be disapproving about me swearing, because I’m dead.”
“Touché,” I said, grinning at her. She smiled back, and we had our first real sisterly moment there in the windowsill.
My webcomic-to-be has its humorous moments.
