"Go sit down over there, little sunflower." He points to a sofa in the corner of the room. "I'll be just a minute."
He walks to where Wynne is sitting in his armchair, his legs trembling, his foot anxiously tapping the rug.
"It's all okay, my friend," he tells Nathan. "This…was just a misunderstanding, alright? I was fucking with her, okay?"
"Did you sign?"
"Yes. Yes, of course." He points to the contract with a shaky finger.
Nate nods as he takes the contract, folds it in half, and puts it in the inside pocket of his jacket. "Very good."
"Misunderstandings happen when you bring North Shore girls here, Nathan." Wynne laughs to himself, the sound low in his
throat and disgusting. "I thought she was a whore."
I try to keep listening and stay in touch with the situation, but my head is pounding, and a raging pain hammers in my ankle.
It keeps bringing my attention back to my own body.
