“We scwewed,” he muttered after a long silence.
Rachel shook her head and gave him a reproachful look. He wasn’t going to abandon her now, she couldn’t carry on alone.
“Don’ say dat! We can fix it!” she insisted.
“I wet,” Brian replied simply.
“Me too,” Rachel admitted. “Don’ mattah. We gonna find da book today.”
Brian shrugged. “’N den what?”
She didn’t have an answer for that of course. So she replied with another question. “So what den? We gib up ‘n be wike him?” she asked, gesturing to the young man still absolutely engrossed with his footsies.
“Or her?” she continued, pointing to the poopy naked woman shaking the set of toy keys about.
“No,” Brian agreed, clearly disgusted by the very thought.
“Wight den. We gonna fix it!” Rachel told him, determined.