“Angela,” Fatima said through gritted teeth, not taking her eyes off Tony. “Looks like I owe you an apology.”
“For what?” Angela asked.
“For not listening when you tried to tell me what this piece of shit did to me,” Fatima replied. “I was too stubborn to see the truth staring me in the face.”
“I’m surprised he actually told you,” Angela said. “I basically had to pry the full story from his lips.”
“Oh, he was more than happy to share it with me,” Fatima said. “You should’ve seen the twinkle in his eye as he went over every little detail.”
“You know me,” Tony said. “I’m a happy guy.”
“This is all a joke to you, isn’t it?” Fatima asked. “Do you have any idea what it’s like to have your own thoughts trapped inside your head? And no matter how hard you try to express yourself, it just won’t come out?”
“Oh, sure,” Tony said. “I get constipated all the time. Just take a bit of laxative and you’re good to go.”
Angela put her hand on Fatima’s arm, “He’s just trying to rile you up.”
“It’s working,” Fatima said.
“I know it is,” Angela said. “But let me ask you this: did he tell you why he came to town?”
“To gloat, obviously,” Fatima replied.
“No,” Angela said. “He came to cure you. That’s how I got the antidote I gave you. He made it.”
“Is that true?” Fatima asked Tony.
He shrugged and glanced away.
“Why didn’t you just say so?” she asked.
“Well, I wouldn’t want anyone to find out I’d done something nice for someone,” Tony replied. “It’d ruin my reputation.”
“Come on, man,” Angela said, crossing her arms. “I don’t even need to read your mind to know that’s bullshit. You wanted to be punished. You think you deserve to get your ass kicked for what you did.”
“He’s not wrong,” Fatima said.