You know, I loved being right. My favorite, every single time. Was the sort of thing that always gave me a thrill, a warm and fuzzy feeling that made life worth living, brightened my existence, justified every little bit of busy bodying I'd ever done for the sake of hell, yes, this was why I snooped, don't mind me, right girl coming through.

Except, of course, when I made stupid, stupid judgments and took action on those judgments because I was feeling that said ...