He bends over to untie his shoes. “So, have you been ostracized from your little crowd of devotees?” “No,” I say automatically. Then I add, “Maybe. But they aren’t my devotees. ” “Please. They’re like the Cult of Four. ” I can’t help but laugh. “Jealous? Wish you had a Cult of Psychopaths to call your very own?
But the grass ain't always greener on the other side, It's green where you water it