Smoothed a hand down her hair and twisted it all up in one of my hands so I could tug it back and force her eyes to mine. They unveiled like heavy curtains, the kinds in old movie theatres my uncle had taken me to as a kid. Glamorous. That was the old Hollywood word for what Lou was, all woman, all sass, all fuckin’ gumption all the time with a sweet center just for her man. Just for me.
