he asked her why. he asked her to stop. all the while he was talking, she stared at him. his eyes. his nose. his cheekbones and lips and chin and thick eyebrows and the brown locks of his hair falling on his forehead. he talked about him being no good, but she thought he was all the good she hadn't seen. he said that he was a bad influence, a fûck up, a trouble maker. she smiled and nodded, but her expressions said it all. i know. i know. and then she finally opened her mouth.
