“There’s no such thing as good or evil,” he told her. “You’ve wasted your years looking for something that doesn’t exist. Morals? Ethics? Denial, is more like it. On the inside, everyone is a killer. Everyone is a rapist, a bigot, a wife-beater.”

            “Where does that leave us?”

            “Us? Who said anything about us? I’m a bigot, remember? I don’t include myself in the same sentence as. You.”

            Exasperation reigned. “I like the stories.”

            “Girl, you don’t like the stories, your parents must’ve beat you down with a cement truck. Where do you think people stick morals? In the stories.”