"June?!" she repeats.
"I... I-I..."
Shit. What do I say? Do I play it cool? Deny? Yeah, no, I've got a feeling it's a tad too late for that, it's Liz. She definitely recognized me, we're past that. She seems like she's already at the “I'm going to kill you” stage.
"f*****g June?!" she shouts, grabbing my chair and turning it around to face me. "Are you f*****g kidding me?!"
"Hush!" I exclaim, panicked. "If people hear you–"
"Oh, you don't get to hush me!" she keeps shouting. "You don't give me any news for years, I hear you're f*****g dead, and now you come back with some stupid red-ass hair and you think you can just tell me to hush? What the f**k is wrong with you, you selfish b***h?!"
"I-I understand you're upset," I sigh, "but please, can you keep it down?"
"No! f**k, no!" s
