Maybe she was hot for me. She did have her hand in mine, and was checking the palm out very closely. Like it had changed since the last time.
“How did you know I would be here?
“Maybe I dreamed it.”
“You knew my father.”
“Didn‘t I tell you that?”
“Well, what was he like?”
“He was a bit of a womanizer.”
Was her tattoo taking on that rosy hue again?
“You have dreams too.”
“Don’t we all?”
“Believe them.”
“Believe in them?”
“No, believe them.”
I thought I’d change the subject.
“You were right about the drugs. And the death.”
“There will be another.”
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