Morning pages April 24, 2018
Finn and Tich flanked me, as if protecting me from a mob, but we were alone. As we reached the smokers pit, Tich turned me around like I’d been blindfolded at a birthday. In the same swift and slick move, she stuck a cigarette in my mouth and lit it. She stood back and lit one for herself.
“Breathe,” she said.
I didn’t know whether or not to obey that.
“Jesus Christ,” Finn said. She didn’t smoke, instead taking out a compact out of her jacket to check her face.
“I’m so jealous of your pockets,” Tich said, waving her little purse around.
“I really like your suit, Finn,” I said. “It’s sharp as shit.”
“Thanks, bro,” she said.