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I hadn’t been thinking about killing Delwood. Not really. But you know how people sometimes have just had enough. That’s what I’d meant when I said it to him: “I could just kill you,” the two of us sitting in his old Nova in front of a cheap motel on Route 66—meaning it just figurative, even if that might seem at odds with me sliding his pistol into my purse right after I said it. And even though I was indeedthinking hard about taking my half of the money and maybe a little more— literal now, literally taking it—I would not call it a double-cross. Just kind of a divorce and a divorce settlement, I guess. Even though we weren’t married. But that’s not the point. Sometimes people are just too far apart in their wants—that’s what my mama told me. Sometimes things just don’t work out. That was the point. * * * * “Why don’t w
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