“Okay, look, I don’t know what this is,” I say, pointing between the both of us, “but if you won’t share, then I won’t be sharing either. So, wherever your little black book of women is, Mr. GQ…” I turn my voice sugary sweet before adding, “…do us both a favour and lose it now, otherwise you might just have more bodies to bury.” “Where the hell have you been all my life, sunshine? You might not know what this is, me and you, and that’s okay, because I know. This is us always having a tomorrow, together.”
