They looked at each other again, a tentative silence filling the room. She was the one to break it.
“But, I will go speak with Mama. I’ll be kind.”
With that, she got up and walked to her parent’s room. She knocked softly on the door and asked if she could come in. She heard a murmur from behind the wood, so she opened the door and went in.
Simon“So, tell me more about yourself,” she said.
“Not much to tell, really,” Simon said, taking a sip of a half-full glass of wine. “I work to get money. I use the money to party with my friends. You know, the usual Montreal lifestyle.”
“And what do you do exactly, for fun?” She was running a hand through her red hair. Simon saw that it was blonde at the roots and wondered briefly why she dyed it. He preferred blondes.
Simon gave her a wan smile.
