single time.”
“And never think of it again.”
He nodded and popped the second Bud. “I didn't say it was an easy road. Shit, I lost plenty of my own fellas over there. I still miss Leary, that Irish fuck. But he died for a reason – a good one. Maybe the best one – kicking ass to keep the bullies out of the sandbox.” He was looking at me almost sideways, a sly look. “So whether you killed somebody or someone got killed 'cause a you – oh, I can see it all over your face, girl, aren't you my own flesh and blood? Just... never think of it again. Life's messy, honey.”
So's death, I thought, and turned the conversation to other things.
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