บท 864: The Detective's Secrets, Part 1

I don't know what it is about childhood memories that bring the worst out in all of us. Okay, no, I do, and I get it. 

Everybody had their turn at being the walking embodiment of cringe and stupidity once. I don't doubt there's even a single being on this earth without a memory that'll have them instantly racing for the nearest rope and tree branch if ever invoked. 

What I didn't get is why Irene wasn't the sole exception to this fundamental aspect of existence. Like you look at her just once, and you'd swear this woman just popped into the world without a singular flaw in both appearance and action. 

But apparently, that wasn't the case at all. 

"My, oh, my," Ria sniggered, gulping down her entire can and exhaling back out a breath full of deep reminiscent. "Like, where to even start? So many options. So many… tender moments, you know?"