Friday afternoon, outside Manor, Avery and Vincenzo
It was ridiculously cold but somehow it felt good to Thomas. He took off one of his black leather gloves to use the lighter to light the cigarette between his lips.
It had been one hell of a week, and next week would be even more difficult. Beatrice would arrive on Monday with her insufferable daughter. The loss of his bonita pained him more than he wanted to admit, and it confused him all the more. He couldn't understand how she could love him of all people, and he didn't know what it meant. He felt like a fish out of water, and until he figured out what to do about the situation, he didn't know what else to do but to ignore it.