Hell yes he remembers the night they got here. Not exactly the kind of night someone would forget: bein' in a damn jungle of mystery one minute and a futuristic robot-run hotel the next ain't exactly the kind of thing a man forgets just like that. And he's got to think the story about Freckles helpin' out on a farm in Australia -- hell of a workin' vacation -- is any less of a lie than her saying she was there on vacation.
It almost don't matter to him. But almost only counts in horseshoes and hand grenades, or so they say, and curiosity is a hell of a thing. It's what kept him after her and that Halliburton. It's what led him to trade information for a kiss from her early on: he was curious about what it would be like. A man can tell a lot from a kiss, and that's a lesson he learned all over again out there in the hallway earlier. Curiosity might have killed the cat, but it ain't killed him.
Not yet.
To his credit, he saves the question he wants to ask for later. Sometime, when she least expects it, he'll ask what the hell she was doin' working on an Australian farm, and who she worked with or for and how come she did it. But not today. Today he's got somethin' else to focus on.
"Bali, huh? Me, I thought I'd get a chance to get over to Japan. Ain't never been, and Sydney's a hell of a lot closer than Knoxville or Tallahassee or any of those places." But he didn't. If she asks, he'll just tell her he ran out of money.
But maybe she won't ask.
And maybe he'll open his eyes one day and see a big black horse standin' there lookin' at him like the whole thing ain't none of his damn business. Pushing back in his chair, he lights himself a cigarette.
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It almost don't matter to him. But almost only counts in horseshoes and hand grenades, or so they say, and curiosity is a hell of a thing. It's what kept him after her and that Halliburton. It's what led him to trade information for a kiss from her early on: he was curious about what it would be like. A man can tell a lot from a kiss, and that's a lesson he learned all over again out there in the hallway earlier. Curiosity might have killed the cat, but it ain't killed him.
Not yet.
To his credit, he saves the question he wants to ask for later. Sometime, when she least expects it, he'll ask what the hell she was doin' working on an Australian farm, and who she worked with or for and how come she did it. But not today. Today he's got somethin' else to focus on.
"Bali, huh? Me, I thought I'd get a chance to get over to Japan. Ain't never been, and Sydney's a hell of a lot closer than Knoxville or Tallahassee or any of those places." But he didn't. If she asks, he'll just tell her he ran out of money.
But maybe she won't ask.
And maybe he'll open his eyes one day and see a big black horse standin' there lookin' at him like the whole thing ain't none of his damn business. Pushing back in his chair, he lights himself a cigarette.