A little drunk I am, but I'm never nearly drunk enough for this.
Happy New Year, Preacher.
You should watch how much they give you. Duncan is circling you like a shark.
Funny how the Devil is twisting my life up in knots and yet they worry about the poet.
The poet is a more immediate threat because you'll use him to deflect your fear of Caleb and to distract them.
Shhhh. Stop telling all my secrets. Or maybe start telling some of yours. What is he going to tell me?
I wish I knew but I don't.
Bullshit, Jacob.
You can trust me.
No I can't. That ship sailed when you did.
He stares at me from the dim edges of the room while I stand bathed in moonlight in a square beaming in from the windows high up in the garage door. He's still so big unlit. He still looms so large in my heart as he takes my hands and pulls me in close to dance with him to silence.
Bridget, you need to find out what he's hiding.
Will it change anything?
I don't know but it isn't fair. The truth is the way.
Life isn't fair, Jakey, and sometimes the truth hurts.
Where is Ben? He can get you sobered up here.
He's busy trying to engineer an evening with Duncan I think. Sorry. He loves to watch. I cover my mouth when a half-laugh, half-sob escapes. He's too fast even for me, sometimes.
Maybe you are better off with Caleb rather than the two of them.
Never, I tell him. Thanks for the dance.
