Re: Allison | Clerk | Closed
[She regards him evenly, but something is gnawing in her gut now, something she's familiar with at this point: she gets it every time she gets a new tattoo, every time her father gives her one of those strange, faraway looks.
She knows something isn't right.]
Yeah. I'm sure. [She's abrupt, impatient again.] I know my own name.