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'You're paranoid,' Lynn said. 'You're absolutely paranoid, do you know that?' |
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'I just don't think we should call attention to ourselves,' he pointed out, still managing to keep his voice low and calm. 'Which is why I got out of there after nailing that bastard in the first place.' |
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'Which is also why I'm not wearing my mink tonight and why I can't have a Porsche and why you don't even try to sell your good stuff and why we'll be spending the rest of our lives living off your father's inheritance.' |
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Though her words hurt him, he muttered, 'That's right.' Why argue? She was right, and he knew it. |
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'Some cruds swipe a jacket off you when you're fifteen years old, and we have to spend the rest of our lives paying for it.' |
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'Because they wanted my leather jacket.' |
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'I knoooow.' She'd lost her spunk. Her voice came out quiet and pleading. 'But John, you don't stop buying leather jackets because of something like that.' |
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'You do if you're smart.' |
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'You don't dig yourself a hole and hide in it.' |
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'Come on now, honey, we aren't exactly living in a hole and hiding. There's a big difference between that and simply trying to keep a low profile.' |
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'We'd be living like hermits if I didn't constantly keep after you.' |
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