Re: quicklog, fast & the furious: louis d, neil d, & cris m
[He talked to her in Spanish and it was an exchange that happened quiet, ending with her handing him gauze, smiling over her shoulder, and leaving the room. Cris threw the bandages at the door as soon as it clicked home—hard enough, the stuff ricocheted behind some chairs and a plant.
And so nobody said nothing more about it, tugged his sleeve down, buttoned the cuff, and let the blood just soak into the fabric on the elbow. So there he was, one sleeve up, one down, and he turned on the gringos.] Don't ask for stuff for me. I'm fine. [Somehow that came out more as a threat than anything and Cris knew, with the useless awarenessa the heretic, he was making things worse.
He pointed at Neil, but it wasn't an overblown and violent gesture. It was more a knife between the ribs than blade to throat. Speaking metaphoric.] You really couldn't give your girlfriend some money for a hotel room or nothin'? Sam put up her address public, so Meredith could go stay there, like it's her fault you and gringa don't talk to each other. How can she live there, everybody knowin' just where she lives? [He wasn't loud. He was quiet, actually. Level-voiced.] Lou invites people there, and now, after this, where am I s'posed to take her? She doesn't got nowhere that's just hers, that ain't crawlin' with people. And all eithera you do is think 'bout yourselves, not what she needs. [He spread his hands and his smile was angry.] Now here we are.