Page 93 of Filthy Sinner

Mary Catherine: I am. Beyond serious.

Sarah: Who did you marry?

Mary Catherine: Well, it wasn’t Bill Murphy.

Sarah: Eww. I heard about that from Anthony today. What was your dad thinking?

Mary Catherine: I don’t know, but whatever it was, he can’t get to me now.

Sarah: Honey, don’t you remember what happened before? To Kris?

Mary Catherine: Of course, I do. But I picked someone who’s not afraid of my father, Sarah. Someone who would make HIM scared.

Sarah: Who? I can’t imagine anyone from college being scary enough for that…

Mary Catherine: You’re right. He isn’t from college. He’s a biker.

Sarah: Like a cyclist?

Mary Catherine: No. A BIKER. Jesus.

Sarah: A biker? You? My God, you ARE tripping.

Mary Catherine: I’m not! GRR. Anyway, I have to go.

Sarah: No! Wait!

Sarah: I’m sorry. I wasn’t mocking, I swear. I’m just concerned. You genuinely married a biker?

Mary Catherine: I did. He’s my half-brother’s friend.

Mary Catherine: You know, Padraig?

Sarah: I remember you telling me about him, of course. Wow.

Sarah: Fuck.

Mary Catherine: You remember when Padraig came to the house?

Sarah: Of course lol. You hoped he’d killed Mommy Dearest. That’s not a conversation you forget.

Mary Catherine: Well, the other biker…

Sarah: Your Charlie Hunnam-lookalike crush?

Mary Catherine: Your memory is disturbing.

Sarah: Be grateful I can keep up with your massive brain.

Mary Catherine: Har. Har. Har.

Mary Catherine: Anyway, it’s him. The Charlie Hunnam-lookalike.

Sarah: Who is?

Mary Catherine: My husband. He’s the one who rescued me from Bill Murphy.

Sarah: Him? Wow. Mary Catherine, you’re really married to him? You don’t know him.

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