While Marie and John buckled down to their jobs, Lora took to the road. “All over the world, John. Xxnx Inclined slightly forward, her eyes focused on the spot on the table between the tips of her fingers. A thin film of sweat broke over her forehead and John watched a single bead drip down her nose, hanging from the tip until it fell, soaking into the fabric of her half-cape. “Watch,” Lora said. Two years as a stewardess followed by the last six or seven as a high priced “escort”. “John, ice water or Fosters?”
“Beer.”
“She’s been wanting to do that for a long time you know,” Lora said from the kitchen as she opened the refrigerator. He crawled to the head of the bed, propped up on the pillows there. “Of course, there shouldn’t be much more than passport work.
