"I don't believe you."
"Like you got a choice."
"Always."
"Yeah, well ... keep telling yourself that."
He stood, brushed off his jeans, and strode purposefully for the concrete stairs.
"Wait!" She called; too late.
He was gone: up to the street.
"Damn liar!" She muttered. "He gotta know I know."
"Lydia?"
She whirled, startled.
"Oh! Bobby! Scared the bejesus outta me, boy! Don't come up on a person like that."
"Sorry. You seen T?"
"He just left. We had words."
"Over that Joey deal?"
"How'd you hear about that?"
"How 'bout them Cowboys!"
"You losers stick together, doncha?"
"Yup."
About the Creator
Steve Murphy
He/Him. A writer & actor living in the Arizona desert. Born in Idaho, have also lived in California, Maui, & Seattle. Married to a creative art quilter and blessed with the companionship of an Airedale Terrier.
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