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unloaded. “She’s a woman?” Ruin’s tone dripped with enough disgust and acid to burn up the air particles.
“No, I’m a man,” Sam said.
“Holy hell,” Ruin said incredulous. “She actually just told the truth which has me really confused, now. Is she a man or is she a woman?”
“She’s a woman,” Scriber said.
“I may have woman parts, but I am all man. We’ll make great friends.”
“Like hell we will,” Ruin said.
“Fine, we won’t make great friends, we’ll make great enemies,” Sam muttered.
“I realize this is a stupid question,” Ruin said, but why in all disgust would you want to be a man when you’re a woman, my curiosity has just surpassed my need to kill you for lying.”
“Let’s get something straight, mister. It ain’t your business what I am,” she said. “How was I supposed to know you’d be linking on me? If I want to be a man with woman’s parts, that’s what I’ll frackin be and it isn’t your right to know it much less have issues with it.”
“I should burn the hair right off your head.”
“And I’ll punch you in your frackin little dick. I may be a man, but I do like the little bit of hair I have.”
“You are a woman you sick freak. ”
“Well since you want me to be a woman—“
“I don’t want you to be a woman!”
“Good! Yeehaw,” she cried, sucking on her cigarette hard.
“She has her reasons for what she does,” Scriber said, making Sam a bit uncomfy with Scriber now. How much did he actually know and how did he come by knowing it? While he used her body?
“Look,” she pointed her cigarette at the ink dude. “I don’t know how you came by your knowledge, but I’d appreciate you respecting my privacy.”
“A fucking woman playing to be a man. And I link to that? Is this my final punishment for the unknown sins I’ve committed somewhere?” he yelled to nobody in particular.
Sam reminded herself what he’d just endured and lost. “Look,” she began, “I told you about my past, my childhood. I told you all about my wicked little step sister and how I was made to do things. Well…” she sucked on her cigarette, “I forgot to mention that she didn’t want a sister, she wanted a brother. And so they obliged her, which was fine by me, I do make a hell of a better dude than I do a girl and it’s saved me a lot of trouble. No regrets here.”
Ruin’s snort echoed in the silence of the car, making Sam feel like the ass of a joke. “And you smoke, ” he muttered like that was just the shit-icing drizzled on the vomit cake.
Sam was done trying to play nice, maybe he needed a swift kick in the ass to reset. “You don’t like it, you can suck it.”
“Un-fucking-imaginable,” Ruin whispered. “Is Sam even your name?”
“It’s Samantha,” Scriber said.
Ruin snorted and Sam sucked on her cigarette. “Nobody calls me Samantha. Ever. It’s Sam. Always.”
She glanced in the rear view mirror and her stomach jolted at finding his furious gaze there. Jesus, he was a tad intimidating.
Just when she was sure all talking was done, Ruin muttered, “What happens now, Scriber? My wife is dead, now what? What’s next on the agenda?”
“Caliber is coming.”
“Ah, the bastard,” Ruin muttered.
Sam cringed at the anger behind his words. As much as she wanted to be angry at his cruelty, she couldn’t because of this right here. God, he’d loved that woman. No, loves. She just needed to help him learn to cherish those memories. Sam had a lot of experience with that. She’d never felt such love between two people like she had between him and Isadore. Downright astonishing, really. Fairytale like. Sam was still in awe of it because to be completely honest, she had believed that kind of love didn’t really exist outside of fiction. But wow, she was so wrong. Even with her gone, she could feel the power of it.
She wasn’t sure exactly this link was or entailed that Scriber was referring to. She needed to ask so she
“No, I’m a man,” Sam said.
“Holy hell,” Ruin said incredulous. “She actually just told the truth which has me really confused, now. Is she a man or is she a woman?”
“She’s a woman,” Scriber said.
“I may have woman parts, but I am all man. We’ll make great friends.”
“Like hell we will,” Ruin said.
“Fine, we won’t make great friends, we’ll make great enemies,” Sam muttered.
“I realize this is a stupid question,” Ruin said, but why in all disgust would you want to be a man when you’re a woman, my curiosity has just surpassed my need to kill you for lying.”
“Let’s get something straight, mister. It ain’t your business what I am,” she said. “How was I supposed to know you’d be linking on me? If I want to be a man with woman’s parts, that’s what I’ll frackin be and it isn’t your right to know it much less have issues with it.”
“I should burn the hair right off your head.”
“And I’ll punch you in your frackin little dick. I may be a man, but I do like the little bit of hair I have.”
“You are a woman you sick freak. ”
“Well since you want me to be a woman—“
“I don’t want you to be a woman!”
“Good! Yeehaw,” she cried, sucking on her cigarette hard.
“She has her reasons for what she does,” Scriber said, making Sam a bit uncomfy with Scriber now. How much did he actually know and how did he come by knowing it? While he used her body?
“Look,” she pointed her cigarette at the ink dude. “I don’t know how you came by your knowledge, but I’d appreciate you respecting my privacy.”
“A fucking woman playing to be a man. And I link to that? Is this my final punishment for the unknown sins I’ve committed somewhere?” he yelled to nobody in particular.
Sam reminded herself what he’d just endured and lost. “Look,” she began, “I told you about my past, my childhood. I told you all about my wicked little step sister and how I was made to do things. Well…” she sucked on her cigarette, “I forgot to mention that she didn’t want a sister, she wanted a brother. And so they obliged her, which was fine by me, I do make a hell of a better dude than I do a girl and it’s saved me a lot of trouble. No regrets here.”
Ruin’s snort echoed in the silence of the car, making Sam feel like the ass of a joke. “And you smoke, ” he muttered like that was just the shit-icing drizzled on the vomit cake.
Sam was done trying to play nice, maybe he needed a swift kick in the ass to reset. “You don’t like it, you can suck it.”
“Un-fucking-imaginable,” Ruin whispered. “Is Sam even your name?”
“It’s Samantha,” Scriber said.
Ruin snorted and Sam sucked on her cigarette. “Nobody calls me Samantha. Ever. It’s Sam. Always.”
She glanced in the rear view mirror and her stomach jolted at finding his furious gaze there. Jesus, he was a tad intimidating.
Just when she was sure all talking was done, Ruin muttered, “What happens now, Scriber? My wife is dead, now what? What’s next on the agenda?”
“Caliber is coming.”
“Ah, the bastard,” Ruin muttered.
Sam cringed at the anger behind his words. As much as she wanted to be angry at his cruelty, she couldn’t because of this right here. God, he’d loved that woman. No, loves. She just needed to help him learn to cherish those memories. Sam had a lot of experience with that. She’d never felt such love between two people like she had between him and Isadore. Downright astonishing, really. Fairytale like. Sam was still in awe of it because to be completely honest, she had believed that kind of love didn’t really exist outside of fiction. But wow, she was so wrong. Even with her gone, she could feel the power of it.
She wasn’t sure exactly this link was or entailed that Scriber was referring to. She needed to ask so she
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