“You have nothing to say for yourself, huh bitch?” “What is that supposed to mean?” I said pointing at the button on the floor. Belinda cackled. She tossed her head back and gave the most dramatic laugh I had ever heard. It was as if she was reading out her lines: ‘Ha ha ha ha ha!’ She crossed her arms, shooting daggers at me. “Oh, is that how you’re going to play that? You’re going to stand there and pretend …