1
I'm waiting to enter the interrogation room.
When the guard leaves, that's my cue to enter.
I know what's going to take place.
I'll say some things.
And he'll say some things.
Then we'll kiss.
I can't predict exactly how that will happen.
God knows, the son of a bitch likes to improvise.
But we've worked together a long time.
Whatever he does, I'll just roll with it.
2
That was an hour ago and I've been sitting in my car with the air and the radio cranked way up.
I'm flushed and shaking.
What's going on with me?
He climbed over that table with his eyes burning holes in me.
All these years, I thought it might be awkward.
But it was right.
I'm engaged, for god's sake.
He's married.
3
Does S.B. feel the same way about me?
What am I going to do?