Just. [Larry makes a pistol of his hand and points at the wound.] Think he said somethings.
[He wets his lips.] About being old, useless....fucking stupid.
[There's so much brewing in his head and heart. He's not some killing machine. Freddy should know, Larry should not have to feel like it is in jeopardy... but there is no doubt in his head that man that wore his face would have killed anyway he could. Guns, no guns it wouldn't have mattered if it was in private or right there in the store. And everything was lethal in his hands. That other Mr. White was using affection, past and present as a weapon. Seldom does he ever breath her name let alone his.]
I know he said a lotta things that were wrong.
[Mug down. It's starting to come together in clumps. Whatever works. How many times has the kid asked for little pieces, no matter where they'll come from?]
He was talking about...people. Things. [Spit. It. Out.] You're better to me than Bama or Bobby.
[Brown eyes look at him laying there not fucking dying, but not sitting easy.]
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[He wets his lips.] About being old, useless....fucking stupid.
[There's so much brewing in his head and heart. He's not some killing machine. Freddy should know, Larry should not have to feel like it is in jeopardy... but there is no doubt in his head that man that wore his face would have killed anyway he could. Guns, no guns it wouldn't have mattered if it was in private or right there in the store. And everything was lethal in his hands. That other Mr. White was using affection, past and present as a weapon. Seldom does he ever breath her name let alone his.]
I know he said a lotta things that were wrong.
[Mug down. It's starting to come together in clumps. Whatever works. How many times has the kid asked for little pieces, no matter where they'll come from?]
He was talking about...people. Things. [Spit. It. Out.] You're better to me than Bama or Bobby.
[Brown eyes look at him laying there not fucking dying, but not sitting easy.]