Dawn asked Peter as he started dishing some corn and beans onto a plate, "Is this your father?", pointing to one of the photographs on the wall.
"Oh no," said Peter, "That's just another son of a bitch. Our mother is kind of a murderous whore. None of our fathers are alive. Or the same." He gave her a smile without taking his eyes off the task of loading his plate with food. "You should eat something before it all disappears. And before we head to the train station. Have you ever been on a train before?"
1 comment:
"Our mother is kind of a murderous whore" = awesome!
But shift into high writing gear! The month is more than half over, and you're not halfway through! Mush! Mush!
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