“I can believe you’d lose track of the rest of us, Shiloh... but you and Cary?”
“When did you guys break up?”
“I never dated Cary.”
“Really?”
“That’s not right—is that right?”
“Yes, it’s right. I would know who I was dating.”
“Yeah, but he put up withso muchof your shit.”
“What shit, Ronny?”
“You know, general Shiloh shit. You were kind of high-maintenance.”
“I wasn’t high-maintenance. Was I high-maintenance?”
“No. Don’t listen to him.”
“Thank you, Sylvia.”
“You maintained yourself. It was more like you demanded high maintenance from everybody else.”
“I don’t... Does that even make sense?”
“You were running 110 on a 220, Shiloh.”
“Guys, don’t be hurtful, let her be.”
“It was a compliment.”
“You got shit done, Shiloh. We were all scared of you.”
“Not Cary, though.”
“I always thought they were dating.”
“They went to prom together.”
“I can’t believe Cary isn’t married. He got kind of hot, right?”
“Tina!”
“That’s what happens when you don’t get married.”
“Yeah, Cary still looks like a big Okie, but he’s well preserved.”
“Hey, Shiloh, don’t look like that. We were just giving you shit.”
“I know, I’m fine.”
“You seem different now, anyway.”
“Yeah, you seem calm.”
“You smoke weed now, Shiloh?”
