Six holes in her gut, but Seesaw was walkin’ and talkin’ in the morning. Said she owed me for saving her life.
We chatted during breakfast, just a hitter and a thief talkin’ about their kids. I had three boys now. Hadn’t seen them in months.
Seesaw seemed concerned. “Knave, go back home to Jenny.”
She was still weak. While she napped I called her husband and hid. (The goon always looked like he wanted to eviscerate me.)
I watched him half-carry her outta my hideout. Conflicted. You better take good care of that poor li’l girl, I thought.