"Not really. I have people I know who don't hate me." Which seemed good enough, most days, even if it was a slight exaggeration. Rita and Larry were people she'd known a long time and Vic was a friendly acquaintance, but Cliff was her friend, even if she was more comfortable ignoring that fact right now. Cliff was an asshole and a clueless dickwad who pushed her boundaries and never understood anything even when she spelled it out clearly and drove her crazy. But he really cared. Even if she wasn't sure she trusted why he cared, he had demonstrated it many times.

And this girl seemed to care too, which made her feel a little exhausted and a little sad. "Hey, what's your name?" she asked. "Mine's Jane."