Lonely Dove
clean restaurant, with tablecloths. You won’t have to see men anymore.” Except I’d have to see you, she thought. “Let me come in,” he said, “I will give you anything… more than Gus.” She shook her head. “Jake would kill you,” she said. “You go on now.” “I can’t,” he said, still crying. “I am dying for you. If he kills me I would be better. I will give you anything.” Again she shook her head, not quite sure what to think. She had seen Xavier have fits before, but usually fits of anger. This fit was different. His chest was heaving and his eyes poured tears. “You should marry me,” he said. “I will be good to you. I am not like these men. I have manners. You would see how kind I would be. I wo