"Just a friend," she stubbornly maintains, jaw tight.
(no one's near them, it's too early, too quiet, and her blood and brains are going to splatter the rafters and the bottles of expensive alcohol lining the shelves behind the bar, and she won't get a chance to tell Bill she's sorry)
no subject
(no one's near them, it's too early, too quiet, and her blood and brains are going to splatter the rafters and the bottles of expensive alcohol lining the shelves behind the bar, and she won't get a chance to tell Bill she's sorry)
She won't beg. She won't.