Re: Ella D/Max M
I meant for Jack. If it was horrific, not expecting him to talk about it. [...] Same boat, you mean the pulse? [...] Jack still looked at you in the hall the way he's always done, girl from Seattle or not. What's wrong with poetry? You can like poetry fine and shoot things. He's better than McKendrick.
Joey's living with a bunch of folks where dead things are trying to eat them. He's not real happy.