Re: Easy + Audrey: the Neighborhood
Easy didn't know a thing about where she came from. It worked like that, little pieces like a fuzzy telephone line: all crackle. Should be a guy his age didn't know a damn thing about telephone lines, would be all about cell phones but he hadn't had one before he went in. Weren't many calls in the jail but the ones he had were like this. Could see what she was, plain as the red lipstick. Didn't know how, didn't know where.
He would've laughed if she'd talked about aversion but she didn't. Easy wasn't averse to women, he hadn't walked into that cell the first time a virgin, not nearly but there was a world of difference between then and being a ex-con in a little girl's room along with a demon. She wasn't a woman, neither, she was something poured into that shell. But she didn't say it, and he didn't answer it. Easy kept his mouth shut.
"Job for a job? What does that mean?" Didn't understand her, and could have told her that offering money upfront to a man you just met on the basis he'd do the work, was dumb. But he passed her the garbage can, and he looked at her as she picked up books that didn't look like the kind of cheap paperback thumbed hard in the library he was accustomed to.
"Half and half," he said, finally. Wasn't gonna cheat her.