”“The Matucket Bank building?” That was one of the taller buildings in the downtown area.“Yeah, he’s one of those fucked up vets bitching ab...ut something or other. I heard he wants to talk to death or some stupid shit like that.”I got very still and cold as I heard him talk. Briggsby was an ignorant asshole, but generally a decent cop, though you wouldn’t want him talking to a reporter who would quote him on anything. “What do you mean he’s talking to death? Is he suicidal?” I was getting a. ” I interrupted. “Um, like a facade of what we are. We know we’re not a couple. We know that this is ... like, it’s a coping mechanism for you, right?”Molly’s smile reappeared as she shook her head. “Hey, dummy.” she began. “Maybe you haven’t noticed, but you like to talk about these things head-on. I like to avoid them. There’s no real way of compromising, but if you want to have sex with me, maybe we shouldn’t talk about this kind of stuff beforehand.”I chuckled slightly. “Yeah, maybe we. I pull up out on the street and can see him standing at the window, after I out of my car he sees me heading up the driveway and he meets me at the door into the block of units he lived at.We had a great catch up, and talked for a few hours, as it had been so long since I had last seen him and so much had happened in the years between our last visit together. The talk was nice, so calming and so comfortable as though nothing had changed between us.Eventually the time where talking was over with. She flipped her long gold and red pack of More 120s at me and I took one of the cigarettes from it. She gave me a light and I dragged furiously on the cigarette. When I finished, she pulled a new pack of More 120s from the cigarette rack behind the counter and handed it to me. Then she told me how to "pack" the cigarettes before I opened the pack.She took the long hands in her beautiful hands, with their long, oval-tipped red nails and rings glittering on every finger (including her thumbs) and.