Noir, part 4
“I don’t take orders from bricks,” I say.
“What?” she asks me.
“Nothing. Are you ready to go?”
“Aren’t you gonna do something about that window?”
“No.”
“What if it rains?”
“Then I’ll take a shower.”
“What if a bird flies in? What then?”
“Lunch.”
“Funny.”
“Not for the bird.”
Noir, part 4,