I checked my pockets and found my last cigarette, rumpled and bent, but not bad. I was hungry, but that was all the food I had. I straightened it gent...y and sat down on the hood of the car, lighting it with my Zippo. It was good, harsh and stale and deep in my lungs. I just smoked and stared at the dark pool of urine trying to spoil the floor of that garage. Somewhere above us tires squealed, but that was the only sound I heard and it was lonely. It was cold down there, and a little damp, and. Was it the loss of a friend? A relative? An old flame? A drug buddy? Did any of his dealers come? What did they think when they found out he died? That he was a cool guy and that they liked him, or damn, they’d just lost a good customer. It didn’t really matter I guess, and I didn’t have the energy to go find out. I just sat and watched and twirled the wedding band. The next day when the funeral was done, I realized we’d all just cried all over the dead body that was nothing more than that, a. Sometimes she did them both while they were fucking. She was there to be used, and they did use her.T T TA few days later, Ellen was presented to Vic's buyer. His name was Henry Vernon and Ellen was shocked to learn that he was a judge. He was an older man, somewhere past fifty, and when he looked at her, she could see the interest in his eyes.Rita had chosen Ellen's clothes for the occasion. She wore a blouse and skirt with nylons and high heeled shoes. She wore the leather collar, and Vic. Pruning the weeds, I suppose is the best metaphor, hunting what Uratha hunt. She says she’s happy with the state of the city, though.”“And yet, she does not leave,” Antoinette said. “In fact, she intends to stay.”“ ... yes, my Prince.” Jack rubbed his hair, before snapping his hand back down once he realized he was doing it again. “Issues with the Circle of the Crone aside, there are many advantages to her staying, and she’s being quite reasonable ... about most things.”Sticky situation for the.