If I'd had air enough, I'd have screamed. If he could tell the story, I could hear it, all of it. I was their coin, but I didn't know how to forge us into one piece. The marks between Jean-Claude and I were wide open and had been when Primo attacked me.
I shouldn't have made the comment about women's clothing, or questioned his sexual orientation, but, hey, his face got all the way to this awful maroon color before he started yelling at me. I figured he would. That wasn't like me, and standing this close to Richard's pain, I was thinking about the power and not the cost to him. He ran screaming into the room across the hall, which was the bathroom.
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