DIRTY ANGELS
The song came on instantly.
“Impressive,” said Remy. “All this for just you.”
“Yeah, well, I did plan on having a big family at one stage, just never happened for me. Dirty Angels is my child now.”
They walked to the living room and there owning most of the space, was a picture of a woman who looked to much like Marisol to ignore.
A stab of jealousy pricked Remys chest.
She walked to the picture, staring at it.
“Was this your wife?” she asked innocently as if she was making polite chit chat.