Page 152 of Flipping His Script
"So she obviously knew him. And so did you." Flynn had, after all, called the guy by name.Ronnie, was it?
"Yeah, so?"
"So you obviously know more than you're saying." When Flynn opened his mouth, I held up a hand. "Anddon'tsay it."
"Say what?"
I did my best Flynn impression. "Yeah, so?"
To this, he made no reply at all. Instead, he shrugged and walked past me, heading toward the kitchen.
I called out after him. "Wait a minute! We weren't done talking." When he kept on going, I hollered, "One more step, and I'm making waffles."
That made him pause. He turned back to say, "You wouldn’t."
"Oh, I would, and you know it."
The corners of his mouth twitched. "Maybe next time,I'llbe making the waffles."
"Hah! You can't cook."
"Says you."
I eyed him with renewed suspicion. "Well, I've neverseenyou cook. But that's beside the point." As he stood still, I marched up to him and said, "Seriously, how do you know her?"
