Three hours later and a bleep from my mobile indicates a text had arrived. It was from Bunty. "Prince Charles Cinema, Soho, 1.30, screen 1 r20". I mad... my way to the cinema getting there just before 1.30, I paid my tenner and went in. The film was called Drive, but to be honest I didn't care as I had my mind on other things. I spotted her right away, sitting in row 20 on the far side. The cinema was quiet, as usual for the matinee show. My stomach churning as I sat down beside her. She turned. 357, don’t you?”“Yes, I own a .357, but I didn’t kill him, Boyd. He ran those whores, made bad moonshine, cheated at cards and stole things when he had the chance. It’s no surprise he got shot.”“Got two witnesses at the scene who gave a description that sounds a lot like you. They said they saw a man running away from the body. Said the man was about 6 feet, slender. Said they saw dark hair when the man’s hat fell off when he started running. Sure sounds like you Travis.”“Sounds like a lot of. "Anyway, my feet hurt because I have been standing all day, I enjoy this last hour, I have been busy today."She started chatting and I found her to be a pleasure to talk to. She was humorous and intelligent. We were talking and I could hear a phone ringing in the back of the diner. It rang many times before it stopped however, she made no attempt to answer it. I was telling her where I was from originally, about my parents and sister when a short fat man came through the back."Tiny, your ride. Ray and Clay walk up to me and take a seat at the table with me. “Bro—can we talk”? “Well, or course dawgs”. “Man, look—it's like this. We know what goes on up here. We understand, it's just a blow off steam thing before school starts back. Me and Clay are b r o t h e r s too ya know, (the TWINS) but I swear Dillon—we have never even jacked off together. It's just not our thing. Now, don't get me wrong—we still love you guys n shit, but this makes two days in a row now we had ya'lls 'fun' in.