I find a maintenance hatch that I can unlock from the inside, and someone’s already cut a hole in the bottom of
the fence, so I don’t have to crawl over the barbed wire on top. I’ve still got my wallet with my $790, but Peaches
doesn’t come when I call. Why would she? I probably walked a mile underground and she’s had all day to run. She prob-ably ran home.
Home. I find a train station with a change machine, get quar-ters, call home.
“Hello?”
Nina sounds awful, like she’s been crying, but she’s alive.
“Aw Nina, thank God you’re okay…”
“Bruce?” She’s surprised. I guess I should’ve expected.
“Sweetie, I’m sorry, I’m so sorry, I…”
“Bruce, where are you?”
Something sounds weird. Off. The Nina I’m used to
would be yelling at me.
“Nina, is Brooke okay?”
“Where areyou, Bruce?” She sounds tightly wound.
“First tell me if Brooke’s alright.”
“What do you think? No, she’s not alright, she’s in the
hospitalin a coma because of what you did to her! She may
not come out of it and she may have brain damage because
of you, you sick, evil fuck!Now tell me where you areso I
can have the cops come and bust your worthless ass!”
I drop the receiver and run.
Вот оно! Вот оно! Фрэнзя, покусал дочь, близкий человек тебя ненавидит, а ты страдаешь! Фрэнзя - это настолько тонкий инструмент, тонкий и изящный как шёлковая нить, лол