She looks down into the dirt. "Got no money. Got nothing, really. You could keep the plane."
This is a dry place; an empty place. The last roadhouse.
She looks up; meets his eyes with eyes that are the color of mud and dead inside. "If you want--that--let the boy go into the barn first." Her voice is flat and no particular tone at all.
Patrick makes a strangled, angry noise, and begins to dig in his pocket for something.
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Date: 2006-07-26 02:55 am (UTC)This is a dry place; an empty place. The last roadhouse.
She looks up; meets his eyes with eyes that are the color of mud and dead inside. "If you want--that--let the boy go into the barn first." Her voice is flat and no particular tone at all.
Patrick makes a strangled, angry noise, and begins to dig in his pocket for something.