"I'm not a smoker," Gus said, which sounded a bit odd as he took another drag. "I have one cigarette probably three or four times a year, and only when it's really called for." Did he mention that the little family reunion had been what had driven him to buy a pack from the corner store? Of course not.
No, he hadn't called her since then. But she hadn't called him either, for the record. "I'm sure the boys would appreciate that," Gus replied, stepping over the first part of her question, because he didn't feel like addressing it. He shook his shoulders, trying desperately to wriggle some more heat back into his body. Didn't it figure -- he was there wrapped in so many layers he looked like the Marshmallow Man, and Gianna was wearing her light jacket, looking just fine.