Bloodrunners Page #3

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when you have a horny Irish boy.

Those were the days.

I sense notes of almond,

something fruity.

Apples, no, no, pear.

Shouldn't we just taste it?

The aroma is just as important

as the taste.

If not, more so.

It creates an anticipation

for what will follow.

So it's an art.

Just like music.

It's what keeps me going.

Oh!

Tempting.

Tempting it is.

But this is just the beginning.

What's the worse

that can happen?

I end up in a whore house?

Don't make this about me,

this is about you running off

with that boy

in the middle of the night.

Willy's not some boy

and if you just listen to me

once in a while,

you'd know that.

You don't go running off

in the middle of the night

without telling me.

Don't walk out on me.

We are not finished here, Anna!

Coffee?

Get back in here right now!

Why?

So you can give me the whole

"boys are only

after one thing" speech?

Well, it's true!

Willie's not like that,

we love each other.

He's the one,

you just hate all men.

I just want what's best for you.

Like what? Joining a convent?

Is that it?

I'm 17.

I'm not as innocent

as you thing.

That's what worries me.

You have your whole

life ahead of you.

I don't want to see you make

the same mistake I made.

You mean me?

Just say it again.

Getting pregnant with me was the

biggest mistake of your life.

Well, I'm sorry

but I'm nothing like you.

Oh god, honey,

that is not what I meant at all.

You're my baby.

It's just that, well...

Willy is a good boy.

You're both just so young still.

But I love him, mama.

It's okay.

Look, I'm sorry.

Love is a good thing.

It's all we really have.

Come have some breakfast.

-Coffee?

-Yes, please.

Here, take mine.

And winegard's delivery truck

was blocking the entrance

to the fire station, again.

That's the third time I've had

the fire chief up my ass.

That old fire chief don't bring

beer.

I mean, if that crowd keep

brining cold beer with his ice,

I don't have problems with his

parking habits. Right fellas?

Officer danoff,

alcohol is illegal.

-You know that.

-Yeah, well--

tell you what, why don't

you do the morning briefing.

How about I tell winegard to

stop blocking the fire station.

Too late.

Monday, we had a report

from the widow McFadden...

We had the Canadians

in town last night.

You finally get your way.

That new dress.

It wasn't for my wife.

To each his own.

I don't judge.

Leave morality to the fools

and martyrs.

Neither of which am I.

And no one could

ever accuse you of that, Jack.

Malone, keep it down back there.

What about Sam?

He was talking.

But you're the one

with a big mouth.

Touch.

Both of you, in my office, now!

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