“I was just thinking,” Donnelly says, “that Kitsuwon’s giant-sized manual clearly states not to carry production equipment for We Are Calloway. You a rulebreaker now or what?” “Just a motherfucker in love.” “With Jesse?” Donnelly quips, whipping his head to where the little Highland just left. One thing people never get right when they first meet Donnelly: he’s a smart motherfucker. He plays dumb too well. His smirk lands on me.
