“She remember the incident?”
“After a while,” Suit said. “She didn’t want to talk about it, but Franks sort of convinced her she had to or else.”
Jesse nodded.
“Tell you one thing,” Suit said. “I hope she looked better when Weeks was poking her.”
Jesse nodded again.
“Man, she’s so fat, I don’t think you’d know if you were in,” Suit said.
“Maybe she was better at nineteen,” Jesse said.
“I hope so.”
“How’d she meet Weeks?” Jesse said.
“She was hanging out at the mall, and picked him up after a book signing.”
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“She the aggressor?” Jesse said.
“Sounds that way. Her mother said she just wanted to fuck a celebrity.”
“Maternal pride,” Jesse said.
“Her mother says she woulda fucked anybody she saw on television, before she got too fat.”
“You’re quoting,” Jesse said.
“Uh-huh,” Suit said. “Mother’s skinny as a lizard. Smoked about two packs of cigarettes while we were there.”
“Bonnie ever see Weeks again?”
“No. He gave her his phone number, but when she called it she found out it was some restaurant in Baltimore.”
“So she never saw him again.”
“Nope,” Suit said, “but they’ll always have the White Marsh Mall.”
He went to the coffeemaker on top of Jesse’s file cabinet and poured some coffee, added sugar and nondairy creamer, and took a sip.
“How old were the kids,” Jesse said.
“Little kids, you know, eight, ten years old, maybe. I don’t know much about kids.”
Suit drank some coffee.
“Anything else?” Jesse said.
“Well, yeah, a little something,” Suit said.
Jesse waited. Suit drank another swallow of coffee.
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