Re: Call: Atticus/Dahlia
[Snorts.] Right. Dude got that housewife hustle. All he needed was the apron an' rollers. [Her brief amusement fades as she sucks down more smoke.] Ain't 'bout me not trustin'. I got—equal opportunity mistrust for everybody. But last shit I wanna do after th'moon is be 'round anybody. M'cranky. An' in pain f'r like, a fuckin' week. [Another sharp exhale, suddenly irritable.] Issit—do you get what m'sayin'? S'like. My body gets put back together wrong. Every fuckin' time, man.