Her voice was flat, steady, almost bored. Tyler blinked. Then he laughed into the
microphone. She doesn't want to be here. Hey, folks. She doesn't want to be here.
Too bad.
You bought a ticket. You're part of the show now. He started to circle her like a shark
circles a wounded seal. Where are you from, ma'am? Not Coral Bay. I'd remember
you.
You look like you wandered in off Magnolia Street. You one of those Section 8
tenants? Welfare line? Whitney said nothing. That's what I thought.
Folks, this is what's wrong with this country. They let anyone walk in here. No skills,
no discipline, no respect. He stepped closer, two feet away. One foot.
He leaned in until his mouth was inches from her ear. The microphone caught every
word. You smell like a dirty laundromat, sweetheart. When was the last time you
took a bath?