“Well thank you, Maryland, for showing us the ropes. Sorry about my fiancé. She’s a bit squeamish.”
“No problem, kid,” she said to Derek. “She’ll get used to it after awhile.”
“No, I won’t,” said Bridget when Derek got into the truck.
“You won’t, what?”
“Get used to it. Intellectually I knew they killed the mink for fur. Mink are mean things too, so I have no sympathy for them, but I didn’t know there was all that blood and I didn’t imagine that mink were killed like they did.”