Station to Station | Romance
Stations Of the Cross
March 26, 1989 — God is great, God is good….. Amen.
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“Oh my God. Why does it smell like old people died here?” he mumbled under his breath.
The room, though poorly lit, was still and quiet. No one was there, as far as he could tell. Fuck if he cared if anyone was. He had to figure out how to talk to the big cheese. Get some clarity in his life. Maybe God would read him his fortune. Tell him who he needed to be with.
“All the old people died here,” he grinned.
Of course — Sloane! Sloane, it was always Sloane. But shit, with Jack beating the shit out of her, him beating the shit out of Jack, creaming Jack’s car with a baseball bat, and then getting off without so much as a fee, it had not been a great couple of weeks for…
