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.