Chapter 1
‘Hold this,’ I handed Simi my hip flask. My pockets were deep, and the cigarette box sank to the bottom as we danced.
Simi swayed in the silence; it was disturbing.
‘Say it,’ I said. I could tell she held something in.
‘What do you want?’ She asked. She asked this regularly, like she’d give me it; but she couldn’t.
‘To die a saint’s death, a sinner.’ I got out two cigarettes and put both in my mouth. I wanted impossible things; it left me happy either way. I lit both smokes, and gave her one.
‘How selfish.’
