Nathan Fawcett looked at her and took her hand. "Your sister is still young," he said. "It's not too late for her to find out."
"The women in our family have terrible luck," Anne Sutton said. "All we ever meet are scumbags."
Nathan Fawcett asked, "Am I one of them?"
"Who knows?" Anne Sutton retorted. "I have no idea what you're really like. You act one way in front of me, but who knows what you're like behind my back! By the way, I heard you're... cured?"
"Cured of what?" Nathan Fawcett asked.
"The rumor is that you can touch women now?"
"..." Nathan Fawcett looked at her. "I suppose so?"
"So, who have you been touching?" she asked, staring at him intently, as if trying to read something suspicious in his eyes.
Nathan Fawcett looked at her. "No one! I haven't."
"No one? I don't believe you for a second. You're obviously lying!"
