Re: Ocean's: Ash & Sam
"Shane's always been off with his friends or whatever. He left home early, yeah? I didn't even know him when I was small. It's probably easier than losing everyone all over again." The way she said it, easy, meant she didn't begrudge Shane, yeah? Last summer, she'd felt really fucking abandoned by her family, but that shit had faded. Since Joey died, she just wanted everyone to be fucking happy, whatever that took. "Time's definitely different, baby. He was here just last month," she said of Casey.
It made her feel weird to talk about Cris or whatever. Maybe that was because she knew she looked like she was a hard druggie, and maybe it was because of Elena, and maybe it was because it was new, and maybe it was because she'd talked to so many fucking people about Neil for years, yeah? Fuck, man, everyone had wanted to talk about her relationship then, and she was just fine keeping quiet about her private life now. She rubbed at the bruises on her neck, her wrists bird-thin, and she smiled at the woman across from her.
And she knew what Ash was going to say after all that cup pushing or whatever. She pushed her own glass aside with fingers that trembled with jonesing. "Someone can ask on the journals, maybe? Not us, but someone else. Might be easier than someone you hire, yeah? If he's here, he could be in any fucking door."