𝑀𝑎𝑟𝑔𝑎𝑟𝑒𝑡𝑡𝑒 𝑟𝑜𝑙𝑙𝑠 ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑒𝑦𝑒𝑠, "𝑌𝑜𝑢'𝑟𝑒 𝑖𝑛𝑠𝑢𝑓𝑓𝑒𝑟𝑎𝑏𝑙𝑒, 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑘𝑛𝑜𝑤 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡?" 𝐺𝑖𝑙𝑏𝑒𝑟𝑡 𝑠𝑚𝑖𝑟𝑘𝑠, " 𝐼𝑓 𝐼 𝑤𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑦 𝑖𝑛𝑠𝑢𝑓𝑓𝑒𝑟𝑎𝑏𝑙𝑒, 𝑤𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑦 𝑦𝑜𝑣 𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑜𝑤 𝑚𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝑔𝑒𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑐𝑙𝑜𝑠𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝑦𝑜𝑢? 𝐹𝑜𝑟 ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑣𝑒𝑛𝑠 𝑠𝑎𝑘𝑒, 𝑤𝑒 𝑎𝑟𝑒 ℎ𝑜𝑙𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔 ℎ𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑠." 𝐺𝑖𝑙𝑏𝑒𝑟𝑡 ℎ𝑜𝑙𝑑𝑠 𝑣𝑝 ℎ𝑖𝑠 ℎ𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑠 -𝑤ℎ𝑖𝑐ℎ ℎ𝑎𝑑 𝑏𝑒𝑒𝑛 𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑜𝑛 ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑙𝑒𝑔-𝑡𝑜 𝑟𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑎𝑙 𝑎𝑛𝑜𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟'𝑠 𝑓𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑒𝑟𝑠 𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑡𝑤𝑖𝑛𝑒𝑑 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑜𝑤𝑛. 𝑀𝑎𝑟𝑔𝑎𝑟𝑒𝑡𝑡𝑒'𝑠 𝑓𝑎𝑐𝑒 𝑏𝑙𝑒𝑤 𝑢𝑝 𝑎𝑠 𝑠ℎ𝑒 𝑟𝑖𝑝𝑝𝑒𝑑 ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑎𝑝𝑝𝑒𝑛𝑑𝑎𝑔𝑒 𝑓𝑟𝑜𝑚 ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑔𝑟𝑎𝑠𝑝, "𝐼'𝑚 𝑙𝑒𝑎𝑣𝑖𝑛𝑔, 𝑀𝑟.𝐵𝑙𝑦𝑡ℎ𝑒. 𝐷𝑜𝑛'𝑡 𝑓𝑜𝑙𝑙𝑜𝑤 𝑚𝑒." 𝑠ℎ𝑒 𝑚𝑎𝑛𝑎𝑔𝑒𝑠 𝑡𝑜 𝑠𝑎𝑦 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ𝑜𝑢𝑡 𝑠𝑢𝑡𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔, "𝐼 𝑚𝑒𝑎𝑛 𝑖𝑡." "𝑇ℎ𝑒𝑛 𝑎 𝑔𝑜𝑜𝑑 𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑡 𝑜𝑓 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑑𝑎𝑦 𝑡𝑜 𝑦𝑜𝑢, 𝑀𝑦 𝑙𝑎𝑑𝑦."All Rights Reserved