I could have done. [The more he protests the more he seems like a petulant child. He squints at her through his puffy black eyes. But then he goes back to looking at the landscape, chin furrowed as he draws the corners of his mouth tight.]
What, like Heaven? [Did he have a fucking stroke or something? Heart attack at 42? Is he dead?]
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What, like Heaven? [Did he have a fucking stroke or something? Heart attack at 42? Is he dead?]