“You think she’ll be back?”
“Sure. She had me drive all over hell looking for him before she took off.”
“She did?”
“Sure.”
“It’s okay, then.”
“Think so?”
“You’re the one that thinks she’ll be back.”
“That’s because she’s freaked out. He’s got the hammer on her. She’s the one that says, ‘Do you love me?’ not him, then, ‘I’m splitting,’ and he says, ‘Go,’ and means it. Then it’s her that writes and calls, not him.”
“Well, he always takes her back.”
“Not this time.”
“Would you take her back? She’s a lovely girl.”
“No, she’s not.”
“What do you mean?”
“He won’t take her back this time.”
“Why?”
“Not after this morning.”
“No!”
“Yes.”
“You son of a bitch! You didn’t!”
“I did.”
“For real?”
“For real.”
“And?”
“And what?”
“Marshall, you asshole! What about Marsh?”
“Marshall was being done a favor. He doesn’t need a chick like that. No one needs a chick like that.”
“You’re a fool. She’ll tell him.”
“No, she won’t.”
“What if she does?”
“Then she does.”
“She was just using you, man. To get back at him. To show him what she can do. She’ll tell him, and he’ll take her back.”
“I don’t think so, but even so, so what?”
“So you were just the patsy.”
“So?”
“So you’ve lost a friend, man.”
“Not really.”
“Why not?”
“’Cause if that’s what it takes to keep it together then they deserve each other. I don’t need to know any people like that.”