Breaking Her at Thanksgiving
He took another drag of his cigarette and stared out across the city.
"You know, you're right.” He said casually, smoke curling from his lips. "I do have nothing.”
Mr Laurent didn't respond.
"So that means, I clearly have nowhere to go.” He turned around again. "I can do this all fucking day."
Mr Laurent tried to swallow, tried to blink through the fog in his eyes.
Then he spat a mouthful of blood onto the concrete. “Your brother is much better than you."
“God," Raphael groaned, running a hand over his face. “Do people have meetings where they practice that line?"