Re: Ocean's Eleven - Seven Hills: Neil, Cris & Sam
[Back in the director's office, the orderly watched with the kind of displeasure that said he didn't appreciate the bandage or the bite to his hand. He was tight-twitch jaw, and he watched the detective with unflinching eyes.
The girl in the straitjacket just looked away from the box for a moment. Her eyes were impossibly blue, the black in their center just a dot, nearly nothing, and it made her look not-all there. Appropriate, maybe, but her blank gaze did shift, though it was impossible to tell what she was seeing.] I said I couldn't see him. Because I came here. After you. He said I didn't love him. He was angry. He couldn't come. He had drugs. Teresita. I told him no. He was angry. He said I didn't love him. [Whisper. Tiny sentences. Staccato. No tears to go along with it. A maddened repetition, and she didn't remember why, she didn't know about Micah, and she had no idea why, but that was bad enough.] He said he did everything for me. Said I was his. Said I didn't love him. He did. He took care of me. He did. I was bad. I didn't see him. Said I didn't love him. [Repetition.]