Let’s have an understanding, lady, the eyes said. You do your thing and I’ll do mine. That’s the understanding. Sound okay to you? It better, because if you get in my way, I’m going to fuck you up. Besides, he’s dead—you know it as well as I do, and why should he go to waste when I’m starving? You’d do the same. I doubt if you see that now, but I believe you may come around to my way of thinking on the subject, and sooner than you think.
