Chapter 41 The Question

• "Why the hell would you want to know how long I've known Basil?" I asked as I poured more milk into my oatmeal. I always preferred brown sugar to white sugar, but I was suspiciously looking at Hunter that I didn't know when I used the white sugar instead of the brown one. “ Shit, now look what you made me do."
• "And what is it that I made you do?” He wasn't pissed, but his eyebrows were raised inquisitively.
• I sighed, seeing that it would be a hassle to start explaining to him that I didn't like the white sugar that I had mistakenly put while questioning him.