“And me?” Silk asked. “Tell it like it is. Tell us exactly what you think of old Silk.”
“The truth? Do you really want the truth?” There was an edge to Lisa’s voice.
“Yeah, Lisa, the truth.”
“You are what you’ve said: cruel, unfeeling. You and Frank are incapable of loving anything.” She clinched her fists and I noticed a flash of hatred in her eyes. Silk waited. “You are old, and ugly. Your body is...is...grotesque and dirty. You always smell like dried sweat and urine.” She leaned forward, speaking louder, her eyes blazing. “You’ve been right about me feeling superior to you. Even that horrible homeless little man you brought here tonight is a better man than you. You’re a pathetic drunk and you’re stupid. Why wouldn’t I feel superior? I’m a thousand times better than
