Pillow Talk

She lit a cigarette. Mmm, now I know how Hiroshima felt, she said through a mouthful of smoke. She smiled at him.

Don’t you think that’s in bad taste? he rubbed his eyes. I’m Japanese, and grandmother…she was vaporized! You knew this!

You’re just being a pouty puppy, dearie, she said, dismissing his indignation with a flutter of her hand.

Fuck! He sprang from bed and pulled his pants on. The door slammed. She shrugged and blew a smoke ring.


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