It was easy to toss; “Truth hurts”, at Ollie, but perhaps she oughtn’t have rubbed it in. Or perhaps, it was overtime she had.
Tricia sat and contemplated Ollie.
Had she wanted to conclude their contact? Had she wanted to proclaim that despite everything she had succeeded where he had failed?
Had she answered him as she would a normal person?
If anyone she knew, from Alan to Zora had sent her a redacted transcript, she would have instantly responded; “How can you expect me to help you if you don’t give me every detail?”
But she hadn’t done that with Ollie.
She had behaved as if sending a redacted transcript was perfectly normal.