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He slides into the seat across fro I can see how easy it would be to adore him Even in his prison ju here with his bright white teeth and neatly coht Welike him I have his mouth, I think But not his pale skin tone I don’t have his eyes When I sawI noticed I have sad-looking eyes He has laughing eyes, though he probably doesn’t have anything to laugh about I’m lured in

"You haven’t been here in teeks," he says "I was beginning to think you girls just lefta o Narcissistic prick I can already tell hoorks and I just rin, but his words lash out like a whip

"You left us destitute The car is a problem, so it’s hard for me to drive this far And my mother is an alcoholic I think I’m mad at you for that, but I don’t remember"

He stares at me for a minute, his smile frozen on his face "I’m sorry you feel that way" He folds his ar me It makes me uncomfortable, like maybe he knows more about me than I know myself Which is probably the case in ," he says, leaning back in his seat

"Oh yeah? From who?"

He shakes his head "It doesn’t matter who it was from What matters is what they told me About you"

I don’t offer hiyou want to tell a? "No"

He nods a little and then purses his lips together His fingers come up in the form of a steeple under his chin while he stares across the table atonto someone’s property And that there is reason to believe you’re under the influence of drugs"

I take ? Who would tell hi? The tarot reader? It was her house I was in To e, we didn’t tell anyone what had happened We just went straight to the hotel last night, according to our notes

So h them all

"Why were you on our old property, Charlie?"