And then I quickly set her down, seeing the bodyguard she brought with her, as he storms down the candy aisle. Farrow. He’s hawk-eyed on O’Malley like a target, like he drove me outside Philly and stripped me naked and left me in the freezing cold. Which…he partially did, but I stripped myself and he’s also suffering with me. “You motherfucker,” Farrow says between gritted teeth, and O’Malley walks backward into a fridge of beer. He’s always been scared of Farrow, but I’ve never seen him shrink back like this.
