cube wrong.
“What is this,” Tony said. Not a question. He said it the way a kid says it when he knows.
“That’s me firing you,” I said. “Pass the rolls.”
Nobody passed the rolls.
Jennifer looked up for the first time in maybe ten minutes. Her mascara had run a little under one eye, the right one, just a smudge. She looked at the paper. She looked at me.continue reading …
