Wicked Blood Page #2

staring at me all night?

- It was creeping me out.

- Yeah, you just think

that every single guy

wants to get into your panties.

- Shut up.

- You shut up.

Both of y'all shut up.

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Yeah.

Hi, I'll be right there.

Can I just get a coffee?

Oh, yeah, coming right up.

Thanks.

You're welcome.

You new?

Oh, I just started nights.

Where's Rose?

She slipped in the shower

and busted her hip.

Oh, I'm sorry to hear that.

You live here?

Uh-huh.

I haven't seen you around much.

You come here often?

You're awful nosy.

Just being friendly.

I work for tips, you know.

Right.

Um, cream?

Uh-huh.

So, are you a regular?

Yeah, I come in

a couple of nights a week.

Thank you.

Why?

Food here sucks.

Peace and quiet.

Oh, you will get

plenty of that around here.

You got a spoon?

Oh, yeah, here you go.

Sorry, they're still drying.

- Thank you.

- You're welcome.

Well.

I'm Bill.

Amber.

Nice to meet ya.

Likewise.

Can I get you something to eat?

Oh, no, just coffee.

I hear the food sucks.

All right, well, if there's

anything I can do

to enhance your dining

experience, let me know.

You already have, Miss.

What are you doing up?

Just thinking.

You think too much.

What's with you?

I met someone.

Another one?

This one's different.

You're crazy.

What do you know?

You're the stupid little girl.

Your uncle has gotten mixed up

with some pretty bad people.

Goddamn hillbilly crack.

He's got all the local law dogs

on his payroll.

Cut the heads off,

set 'em on fire.

He's a f***ing

drug addict, Hannah.

Your uncle is

gonna rot in prison.

I can't leave.

Don't bite the hand...

They're gonna ship you off

to a foster home somewhere.

Foster home,

foster home, foster home...

Auditions are Thursday, honey.

Oh, no, I'm looking

for my Uncle Frank.

So...

what can I do for you?

Well, you said if I need

something I should come see you.

What do you need?

I need a job.

I give Donny money.

Yeah, I, I don't want

any handouts.

Okay?

I want to earn it on my own.

Sorry.

I don't have anything.

I was thinking...

I could make some deliveries.

Yeah?

Yeah.

Look, no ones gonna

even look twice

at some little girl

riding around town.

Especially the cops.

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