Re: antique store: sam & julia
"It gets cold as BALLS here," Sam countered. Yeah, ok, so Jersey got cold too, but there was something about the cold out here in the middle of nowhere that was worse. Once upon a time, Sam had HATED the cold. She'd wanted nothing more than she wanted the heat of the summer sun at midday. Sweat had been her THING, huh? She didn't feel the cold anymore, and she didn't really feel that sticky warming through that came with sunshine, so maybe the two things balanced each other out or something. Anyway, yeah, maybe it WAS cold in Scotland, but she'd never asked. "You should say hi, huh? Maybe you'll have more luck getting him out or whatever."
But, yeah, Joey. Sam nodded. "Charlie always says he's good. It's an Alexander thing." Like Shane. Nah, none of her people had 9-to-5 jobs or whatever, but that wasn't something that was for everybody.
Sam wasn't particularly whimsical, huh? She was wild, but kinda practical, and she wasn't sure about birdhouses as love letters. Maybe that was kinda weird for a creative person, but it was true. Whatever, because Sam LIKED the birdhouse, and she was gonna tell Cris to come buy it for her. Not ask, huh? Sam didn't ask, and she listened about Alex instead. "Yeah? If that's good for him, then it's good. Not wanting to make you like responsible for his secrets, that makes sense." She nodded, and then she rolled her eyes. "BULLSHIT. Nah, I went to church when I was married to Al." Because Al went to misa every fucking Sunday, just like any good Cuban Catholic. "Cris don't go to church, at least not out here. And he WAS the sheriff, after doing like VICE and shit. And he's hot." She grinned. Yeah, her baby-daddy was a looker.