Re: Garage: PJ and Atticus
Only supposed to take a sandwich and a banana in that bindle. Also, don't crawl under cars. Problems solved. [Teasing.]
People still buy pop with coins? Thought it was dollars these days. [Was more Bronx than Repose. This place was stuck in the past somehow. Never moving forward. Atticus wasn't surprised she had coin-operated machines.] What did CCR do to you? [He didn't so much as quirk a brow when the stash landed on his lap. He just leaned forward and began rolling weed in paper.] Prefer a pipe. [He was being deliberately critical. He was being deliberately annoying. Didn't have his pipe on him, but it was wood and small, cherry and a metal holder, and he did like it. But he rolled.]
Not sure there were better therapists. Science isn't always the answer. Sometimes, the things in people's heads are real. Society doesn't want to see that. Neither do therapists.
[He licked the edges of the paper, and he handed her a very impressive fatty.] Eight years. Long time. [He left that open. Let the silence widen. Let her fill in the silence, if she wanted.]